Normally the walk to the subway is boring. Cars go past, people walk by, and on the subway I sit and read a book or listen to music quietly. I avoid eye contact, and everyone else does the same. Not this morning though.
The second I walk out the door, it feels like eyes are on me. Not in a creepy way though, more like I'm a celebrity. I can see passengers in cars turn their heads to look at me more as they drive by, and men turning around to give my ass a look when they walk past me, Normally I feel like a shadow, but today I feel like an angel. I notice that without trying, I've started to accentuate my walk so that my ass sways. I try to stop myself, but once I stop paying attention I start doing it again. Only five minutes out the door and I think I've been catcalled or honked at probably six times. I can't explain it though, my mind is telling me I should be embarrassed by this attention, but I just can't seem to get myself to feel anything but pride. "You're just still horny, that's all it is. You're just not thinking clearly, y'know, so the attention is nice...or something." I whisper to myself, but eventually I just give up. I like the attention, that's all there is to it, I like the attention I'm garnering as a sexy woman.
It's 9:30 in the morning as I walk to the subway. I'm a bit later than usual, and I'm forced to simply walk past the Starbuck's I normally go into so I can make it to class on time. I really want a Vanilla Latte though, and compromise with myself that I'll go in after class. After a few minutes I get to the station, but have to walk up a flight of stairs to get to the other side of the subway tracks. I hesitate at the bottom of the stairs, the station is full of people and I know that I won't be able to hide my butt if I'm going up stairs. I realize there's someone waiting behind me to go up the stairs as well, and I quickly build up the courage to just go up the stairs and get it over with.
My face goes bright red as I walk up the stairs, there's probably eight or nine people walking right behind me, just staring right up my skirt. My ass is in full view, and all I hope is that they don't see my clit, but it's so small now that I'm sure it doesn't show. After I get to the top of the stairs, some of the guys wink as they walk past me. I'm also fairly confident one guy grabbed my butt, but he tried to make it seem accidental. It sent shivers up my spine to feel a strong hand on my big, dainty ass. "That was humiliating. You're a man, you didn't like showing your butt like that, and you should have hit that guy right in the face for groping you like that." I whisper to myself, somewhat unconvincingly. The guy who grabbed me looks back and winks, and without hesitation, without thought, I wave to him cutely. "What the fuck are you doing?" I mutter angrily as I start walking towards the subway.
I put my card in the reader to get on the subway, but it gets spit back out. "Shit" It doesn't have any money left on it. I look down at the card, exacerbated that this would happen today. To put more money on it I'll have to walk up stairs again.
"Something wrong?" Someone to my right says. I look up, it's a man who's going through the turnstile next to me. He's probably in his early 30's, has brown hair, a strong jaw with some stubble, and is wearing a suit. I'm sure he probably works as an executive somewhere based on how well kempt he is. I realize I've accidentally stared at him for a moment without saying anything.
"Oh, it's just that my card is out of money." I say, looking up at him with my head slightly lowered.
"You can use mine, cutie." He says, holding out his card to me. I don't want to be rude, so I gently take it from him. I swipe it, the light turns green, and the turnstile lets me through. Did he just call me cutie?
"Thank you" I pause, again not wanting to be rude and follow up with, "Sir". I smile at him, hand the card back, and walk towards the tracks. As I'm waiting for the train to arrive, he walks up next to me. He looks down at me and smiles, so I look back at him and smile back. He's easily seven inches taller than me, so I'm forced to look up at him to make any eye contact. Even through his suit I can tell he's strong.
"So, where are you headed?" He asks, looking forward again.
"I'm just off to class a couple stops from here." My voice has gotten so damn feminine, it reminds me that to everyone else I really do look like a woman, even if I don't feel like one yet. No, wait, not yet. I'm not a woman. "What about you?" I ask, again trying to be polite.
"I'm giving a lecture, so I guess we're going the same way." He says, giving an innocent chuckle.
"You're a teacher? What course do you teach?" I ask him, looking up at his strong jaw.
"Well right now I'm teaching BioChemistry 130 and supervising the lab work on floor three. I'm not a teacher though, I'm still a grad student." He says, looking at me slightly without moving his head.
"Did he say he's a biochem grad student? Fuck, this is definitely him. Holy shit, I wonder if he knows it's me." I think to myself. This is my opportunity, I can get the antidote from him, and turn back into a man and everything will be back to normal. This is perfect! I need to keep my cool though. I need to get into his office somehow.
"That's cool. I wanted to take biochem this semester, but it's so popular that I got stuck doing an anatomy course." I'm trying to sound casual, but in reality I'm feeling confused and angry at this man for helping Claire do this to me.
"I took a couple anatomy courses when I was an undergrad, it was actually my initial major before I switch to bio. What're you studying right now?" He says to me, looking at my face. He's giving me a genuine smile, which catches me off guard.
"Well- uhm, right now we're learning about cock. Oop, er- I mean sexual reproduction. The organs and stuff." I'm getting nervous and it's showing. I can't believe I said we're learning about cock. "It's the class I have right now actually." I say, shifting my eyes back and forth from him to the approaching train.
"That's always a fun unit. Do you have a lot of people constantly snickering, or is your class generally mature?" He says, as we both simultaneously walk towards the train that's now stopped in front of us.
"No, our class is generally mature. Although there are a couple guys who can't seem to handle it, but they're not in class much anyway." I say, as I step behind him into the train. Without thinking about it I sit beside him on the train. I hope he doesn't think I'm being pushy, I don't want to raise suspicion. "What kind of work are you doing in the labs on floor three?" I ask, trying to sound casually interested.