As a writer sometimes your mind wanders to a "wouldn't it be weird if" type scenarios and in this story I have tried to explore how a woman might feel in a man's body, and vice versa. I fully accept that the vehicle used to make it happen is a little far fetched, or perhaps it can be chalked up to 'artistic license.' Hope you enjoy and any constructive feedback would be appreciated.
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Robbie glanced at himself in the mirrored reflection of the walls as he sat in the corner of the bar 'checking out the talent' as he called it, wondering to himself which little lady was going to get lucky tonight. Robbie casually turned his head from side to side making sure his dirty blonde hair fell like it was naturally unkempt yet he knew it cost a fortune to have cut to perfect that shaggy look. His beard had the same almost scruffy but on the right side of tidy look, his pearly white teeth dazzled and his blue eyes shone in his lightly tanned face. At 30 he knew he was in perfect condition, keeping himself trim and dressed immaculately, which gave him a high success rate with the right type of woman. Ignoring the group of 20 something girls giving him the eye, as he knew from experience they would promise more than they gave out, his gaze settled on a solo blonde sitting at a table near the door.
He put her age in the mid 30s which was a good age group, though over 40s seemed to fall over quicker and over 50 was a cert, she should succumb to his charm with a bit of work. Robbie checked her hands noticing she wasn't wearing a wedding ring, and studying closer was disappointed not to see an indentation which was a sign the woman had slipped it in her bag hoping to get picked up. Studying her figure Robbie thought she looked in good shape, which again was a minus sign as the ones with a few extra pounds were more likely to put out. Her blonde hair was long and straight and fell to a bob on her shoulders, that framed her pretty elfin face, with a cute button nose and lovely deep emerald eyes.
Robbie scanned the bar a final time to check for any easier targets, but blondie seemed to be the best chance. His mind was made up when she stood and the tight-fitting dress accentuated her slim figure and did nothing to hide her large full breasts. He saw her sigh, pick up her bag and head for the smoking area out the back of the bar.
Debbie was inwardly furious at being stood up despite all the promises Denise had made to be on time so they could decide their future. Debbie remembered walking into the flat she and Denise had shared and hearing noises from their bedroom. Opening the door to find her lover Denise and some young slip of a girl locked in a 69 position furiously licking and fingering each other to an orgasm. The air had turned blue as Debbie had flown into a rage as she screamed and shouted throwing them both out into the hallway naked though in a small act of mercy Debbie had thrown their clothes out after them before proceeding to throw herself on the bed and cry herself to sleep.
For the next week Denise had plagued Debbie with emails, texts & calls begging to be given another chance as she was so sorry. She tried to claim that it was a one off as the young 18-year-old girl had thrown herself at her begging Debbie to help her to explore her bi side. Debie knew that Denise being the predatory lesbian she was wouldn't have been able to resist the challenge of converting another one, as she so quaintly put it. Debbie agreed to meet that evening on the strict understanding Denise would be on time but by the looks of it that chapter of her life was over.
Debbie fished out her cigarettes and tried to get her lighter to work and at the same time suck back the tears of self-pity she could feel whelming up. Cursing under her breath Debbie looked round the smoking area, which was deserted as so few people smoked these days, wondering if now was the time to finally quit. Then the door opened and she saw the man standing there, she groaned inwardly as he had the look of a player who no doubt would try to hit on her. Deciding she would be civil until she at least got a light Debbie smiled and said, "don't suppose you have got a light please?"
Robbie was in two minds about pursuing this one once he realised she was a smoker and he found his desire cooling a little, but decided there was always doggy style if the cigarette smell was too much. As she asked him for a light he stared over her shoulder and couldn't help himself as he said, "oh... my... fucking... god."
Debbie was stunned by the words that greeted her request, then realised he was staring behind her with a look of shock, horror and fear. She went to turn to see what he was looking at when suddenly the whole world went black.
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Robbie groaned as he opened his eyes and then shut them again quickly against the bright lights. Keeping them screwed tightly shut he recalled recent events remembering following the blonde outside, the smoking area, the little men in space suits. It was the last thought that made Robbie sit up and open his eyes wide in shock as he repeated out loud, "men in space suits."