"How the hell did you get back here?" Anthony almost fell over into the pool. He felt his heart speed up beneath his breasts. Sitting at the table was his old body. "How long have you been here?" Anthony had fallen asleep by the pool while sunbathing, based on the orange sky he assumed he was out for a few hours.
"I was worried about you," his old body said, "I couldn't tell if you were asleep or- or worse..." Of all the excuses he would have thought of to get near Wendi that was by far one of the worst.
"Shut up," Anthony said, "just get the fuck out of here." He walked over to the table and wrapped himself up in a striped pink and yellow beach towel. Anthony didn't want to give his old body any satisfcation of Wendi's body any more than he had already. He quivered at the thought of himself sitting ten feet away and masturbating as he lied there fast asleep next to the pool. He wouldn't have put it past himself to do that.
"But w-what if something did happen?" his old body stammered, not because he had any sort of impediment but because being around attractive women always triggered his fight or flight response. "Y-you'd be all alone and-"
"And helpless?" Anthony finished his sentence. He know what he was doing, he had rehearsed this many times before in his day dreams before the incident. One day Wendi would be in danger or put herself in a dangerous situation and Anthony would swoop in and be the hero she always needed. In the month he had been her he had realized how ridiculus that sounded. But this, this was desperate and pathetic, but sadly not out of character for the young man. Perhaps he wanted to be on Wendi's radar before Anthony left to live out Wendi's junior year at Michigan State.
"You could be in s-serious d-danger," his old body continued.
"The only danger to me is the skin cancer I'll get when I'm sixty. Now can you please leave me alone?"
"I just wanted to m-make s-s-sure nobody hurt you. Th-the lock on your gate isn't very s-s-secure."
This was the first time Anthony had seen his old self since the incident a month ago, other than the occasional glimpse he would curiously take at his old window in the house next door. He knew he was watching because he knew he always did, sometimes with a bottle of lotion and some tissues. Maybe it was his new body's taste in men, but he could see why no women would ever give him the benefit of a nice conversation. His body was overweight and pudgy, his skin was as pale as paper and speckled in blemishes from his non-existent hygiene. Speaking of hygiene, a gentle breeze carried the scent of a man who hadn't bathed in over a week to his nose. His old body smelt as if the only deodorate he had used contained only skunk spray and the essense of halitosis. He almost felt sorry for himself, but he wasn't going to give himself the pleasure of getting to know Wendi, even if he was her now. He was a perverted asshole and that had been made perfectly clear over the past month. He had already gotten to know her more than he could possible imagine, her life, her friends, her family, and her body were his now. He had so many facets of her life to juggle just to keep up appearances, and he was honestly tired of it.
"C-can I get you something to drink?" His body lifted a glass of water towards himself. "Y-you must be thirsty."
"Get out," Anthony knew what he was doing, there was something in the water and if he were to drink it he would be back asleep and dragged away for himself to take full advantage of the skin he now possessed. His stomach turned, he wanted to throw up. He couldn't believe he was capable of even date raping anyone, but he knew he was because a few days before part of him had become the woman of his dreams he had ordered zolpidem from the dark web. As a twenty-seven year old virgin with no redeeming qualities, he had gotten desperate.
"Y-you've been asleep in the sun for three hours. P-please drink something, you're d-dehydrated," his body insisted.
"Get out or I'll make sure you get another restraining order," his old mouth dropped. A year ago a court issued a restraining order against him and Yolanda, a barista at a neighborhood coffee shop Wendi frequented. She had caught him stalking her home from work on multiple occasions, given him multiple warnings, but he didn't listen. One day when she got home he was greeted by a pair of cops who escorted him to the back of a police car. Even in the body of Wendi, Anthony was still terrified of going to that same coffee shop. Grabbing a morning coffee from that shop was the one habit of hers he was unwilling to continue to keep up appearances, and until now he might stop sunbathing, assuming he could get out of this situation alive.
His old body remained silent. His blow had landed, and it landed hard. Nobody knew about the restraining order, not even his parents who he lived with. Perhaps he was thinking that Yolanda had told Wendi about it.
"Out!" He pointed at the gate. This time his body listened and stood up, he spied a bulge in his denim shorts, he wanted to gag. Anthony gestured towards the gate. He kept his eyes on his old sad excuse for a body as he left through the back gate.
As soon as the gate shut Anthony rushed inside and slammed the door behind him. His legs grew weak, the glass door supported his weight as gravity pulled him closer to the cold tile floors. The friction of the door unwrapped the towel. When he hit the floor he looked down and saw Wendi's massive breast and for the first time in his life they didn't give him pleasure. He spited them and the rest of Wendi's body in which he now resided in.
Was this what the universe wanted from him? To learn how much of a creep he had always been? Why had the universe put part of his conscious in her brain and left the creepiest parts in his body? Where was Wendi in all of this? Was she gone for good, or was she a hostage behind his eyes watching every thing he had put her body through the past month?
"I'm so sorry," he said to the empty kitchen. "I'm so sorry for everything I've ever done to you. I wish I could take back all the times I've spied on you. All the times I fingered you. All the outfits I made you wear. Please forgive me Wendi." A knot formed in his throat, his vision blurred and he began to cry.
He swore if he ever returned to his skin he would fix everything, and if he couldn't he would never talk to a woman ever again.