Be Anyone Ch. 01

Without thinking, I stand up. I don't know why but I do. Then my legs starts to move. I go in the direction I came, towards the exist. In a haze, I walk down the hallway again, not aware of anything around me. I walk through the front doors and take in the warm summer air.

I'm free, I think. Even though I have no memories of before, I have a feeling of freedom that seems new. I have no idea what I was running from, but I guess I should feel happy right now, even if I don't know why.

I get the blush from the bag I stole and look at myself in the mirror. I still look like the lady from the bathroom and decide I'm done with that. I close my eyes and picture what I looked like before I changed. I focus on my desire to be that person again. The feeling of nausea comes back and that weird feeling washes over me. When it's gone, I open my eyes and look in the mirror again. I'm me. As I was before I saw that woman. I quickly look around to make sure no one has seen me, and luckily no one has. I look at the bag and decide it's nice enough to keep. Coach. Not bad. I walk over to a bench and take a seat, looking through the bag at the makeup the lady had packed. I sit on the bench and start to make myself look presentable. I apply some blush and eyeliner, pink lipstick (interesting choice considering the lady didn't have pink lipstick on when I saw her), and give myself a look over in the tiny mirror.

Much better!

I look over the clothes I have on and decide I definitely need something new. At the very least, something that fits. I hail a taxi and when one finally stops, I tell the man to take me to the east side. Plenty of clothing stores there. As we cross the island, the man gives me a couple looks through the rearview mirror. I smile at him and he smiles back, though he never says anything. After a quiet ride, he lets me off and I pay him with the cash from the woman's wallet. What does it matter at this point?

On the opposite side of the street I find a store that I've never heard of but has women's clothes in the window. When I walk in, a lady near the front who works there gives me an appalled look up and down.

"Can I help you?" She asks.

I shake my head. "No." Not after that look.

I scan around for some time before I decide on a pair of short jean shorts and pink spaghetti strapped tank top that will match my lipstick. Near the back they have bras and I find a black one that seems reasonable. I have to eyeball my size since I have no idea. I find myself a matching pair of black panties as well and make my way to the register to pay for everything. The man ringing me up also gives me a weird look when he sees what I'm dressed in. I hand the man some cash.

"Can I put these on in the dressing room?" I ask.

He gives me smile that says please do, you look hideous. "Of course," is what he actually says.

I find the dressing room in the back and start to relieve myself of these oversized clothes. When I'm finally stripped down, I look myself in the mirror. I have a nice figure. With all the confusion this morning, I haven't actually taken a look at myself. I have perfect skin. My stomach is flat all the way down to my pussy, which surprisingly doesn't have any hair. I wonder if I subconsciously did that or if it just happens that way. My legs and arms are pretty thin, not a lot of muscle on me. I can change that too I guess, if the need arrises. I cup my hands over my breasts and feel the soft curve of them. My nipples are sensitive when my hands run over them, giving my body a slight shudder. I feel a sensation between my legs and become curious. I put my nipples between two fingers and rub them very lightly. The feeling gets stronger and I let out a small moan. I can feel my pussy become a wet as I continue to rub my nipples. All these sensations seem new to me. I finally cant help it anymore and reach for the wet slit between my legs. My lips seem so warm as my finger spreads them. I push in and feel a warm sensation spread all over my body. With two fingers I find my clit and start to rub it back and forth. With my other hand on my breast, I pinch my nipple as well and the sensations on both ends of my body start to make my legs weak and I let out a moan that definitely goes beyond the fitting room door, but I don't care. I continue to rub myself, my fingers now damp with my juices. My legs are so wobbly I lose my balance and fall into the fitting room door with a bang. I straighten myself out, smelling the scent of my passion wafting off of my fingers as I do.

That's when I hear a tap on the other side of the door.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Is everything okay?" I recognize the voice. It's the man from the front that rung me up.

A thought pops in my head and without a second guess, I act on it. I open the dressing room door, revealing my naked body to him. I want to see the look of pleasure on his face. I want to know he thinks I'm pretty.

He looks at me shocked and I'm not sure how he feels about me, then he turns away.

"I'm sorry! I was just making sure you were okay," he stammers.

"You can look at me," I say, almost a whisper.

He returns his eyes to me and looks me up and down. I can feel the warmth of his eyes taking me in.

"Do you," I begin, hesitantly.

"Do I what?" He asks, now matching my whisper.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" As it comes out I feel stupid, like a child.

"Ye...yes," he says.

I feel another warmth spread over me, but this one is different from a moment ago. This one feels deeper and I can't help but smile. It's strange but I can tell I've never felt this way before. It feels new. I'm pretty.

He stands here, unsure of what to do. A sudden boldness comes over me. I reach out and pull him into the dressing room and close the door behind me.

"Wh...what are you doing?"

I want to feel his hands on my body, so I take his and put his palm on my breast. His hand is warm, so I grab the other one and put it on my other breast. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting out a slight moan. He kicks into gear and starts to rub my breasts and the warm feeling between my legs returns. I reach for his crotch and run my hand along his pants, feeling the outline of his cock. Now he's the one to moan. He looks unsure, almost stuck between two decisions, but for what I can't tell. Then he leans down and gives my nipple a kiss. My other hand wraps around the back of his head as I hold him close.

"Yes," I breath out.

My body seems to be magnetized to him. It's all I want. I feel his tongue flick my nipple up and down and it sends a jolt through my stomach. He pulls back.

"You okay?" He asks, looking concerned.

"It just...feels so good," I exhale.

"Oh, I thought I hurt you."

I shake my head and smile. Now that his eyes are on mine again, I undo his belt buckle. He looks nervous.

"We have to be quiet," he whispers.

I nod as I get on my knees.

Am I really about to do this? Here?

That's when it hits me for the first time and I realize what the letter I wrote myself was trying to say. I'm free. I can do anything I want. I'm bound to nothing and no one. I can do this and never be found again. If it's a mistake, I'll just change into a new person.

"You okay?" He whispers.

I focus and realize I'm just staring at his undone pants.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he insists.

I smile up at him. "I know."

I pull his pants and underwear down and his hard cock pops up in front of me. He's fully hard, his head desperate to find a warm place. I lock my eyes up at him and take his cock into my mouth. He's the first to look away as his head leans back and he exhales in pleasure. I take his cock slowly at first, feeling the throbbing vein on the bottom of his cock run along my tongue. As I bob my head back, his cock falls out of me and a string of saliva dangles between his head and my lower lip. I look up, teasing him. He's breathing deeply and I can tell he's starting to lose control. The worries of his coworkers hearing us starting to fade. He reaches down and guides the back of my head back onto his cock. Now I go faster, feeling his head reach the back of my throat with each thrust. His grip on the back of my head tightens as he balls up a fistful of my hair. He's much stronger than I realized. His hips start to thrust back and forth and I almost don't need to move my head anymore. Finally he holds me in place, leaving his cock all the way down my throat as I try to hold back from gagging too loud. He releases me and I gasp for air. The intensity of his passion ignites mine. He looks down at me, almost apologetic, now realizing how aggressive he was. In a way to tell him it's okay, I stand up, wiping the saliva away from my mouth. I turn around and put my hands on the dressing room wall, inviting him to enter me. I look back at him and lick my lips. We no longer need words. I know what he needs and he knows what I need.

With one hand he grabs my hip and with the other, he pushes down on my back, bending me over more. I feel his cock start to rub my slit, from my pussy to my ass, spreading my juices all around. Then, slowly, the head of his cock slides between my lips and I can't help but moan a little louder. I feel every inch of him slide into me until I feel his body flat on mine. He starts to pump in and out, trying not to let our bodies slap against each other. However, the more he pumps, the less successful he is at hiding it. I arch my back, bringing my head to the curve of his neck. He wraps his arms around me as my body bounces off him. I can feel the invasion of his cock all throughout my body. With his hand on my neck, he pulls me in and kisses me.

"Fuck," he whispers into my ear.

The pleasure has swallowed me whole and I can no longer form words. As we stand in the dressing room in a dance of passion, I begin to lose control. I can feel something letting loose deep inside. I don't even wonder what it is because I can long think, I can only feel. My hole explodes with warm juice and I let go of his body, falling into the wall, bent over again. I lift my hips up and down and his cock stops pumping me and stays inside as he lets me cum. I open my mouth like I'm going to scream but I make sure no sound comes out. Not being able to make a noise makes the movement of my body intensify. I jerk up and down, almost like I'm trying to shake the orgasm out of me. When my body finally rests, I feel his cock slip out of me. Without him holding me up, I fall to my knees. Then I feel his hand on the top of my head and he spins me around so his cock is in front of my face again. My body is buzzing and it feels like every nerve in my body is melting. He slides his cock into my mouth and continues to pump. That's when I realize he's close and I taste the first spirts of precum. Despite his best efforts, he's grunting. Finally both his hands grip the sides of my head and his pumping stops just as his cock explodes a warm coating down my throat. He fills me with his cum for what feels like an eternity. He pulls away and one last spirt of cum leaves his cock and lands on my cheek. I smile but make sure to keep my lips closed as I have a mouth full of cum. I look at him and swallow his seed, then use my index finger to clean the stream of cum off my cheek, licking it off my finger.

He looks down at me panting, completely out of breath, as I look up at him. I can tell he doesn't know what to say, and to be honest neither do I. I stand up and start to get dressed into my new clothes. Only now do I start to think about what just happened. In the back of my mind I know I should feel bad about something like this; having sex with a stranger in a dressing room, but I don't. It's almost like I'm trying to scold myself and rebelling against myself at the same time.

Without a word, he starts to get dressed too. I slide the panties and shorts on, then I put on the bra. I realize the one I bought is a little too small. I glance at him and see he's looking down at his belt buckle. I turn my back to him and think about smaller breasts. Sure enough, my breasts shrink down slightly until I feel them fully fit the bra. I can't help but smile. This is going to be fun. When I'm finally dressed, I look back at him.

"What's your name?" He asks in a way that's kind of apologetic for not knowing.

It's a good question. What is my name? I guess what I should really be asking is what do I want my name to be. I think of my encounter with the police officer earlier in Central Park.

"Amy," I say with a smile.

He smiles back. "I'm Greg."

I lean in and kiss him. "Thank you Greg," I whisper.

I turn to open the dressing room door but he stops me.

"Can I like...have your number?"

I wouldn't mind giving it to him if it weren't for the fact that I don't have a number to give. I'll have to get a cell phone at some point today. I reach out and put my hand on his cheek.

"I'll find you," I whisper.

He looks confused and I decide to leave it at that. I open the dressing room door and walk out. As I turn the corner back into the store, I see the employee from earlier standing near the entryway to the dressing rooms and she gives me a surprised look. She quickly turns away and starts folding a shirt that was already folded.

She knows.

This only makes me smile more and I hold my head high as I walk out of the store, not once looking back at the dressing rooms.

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I ring a buzzer, holding my breath and praying everything will be okay. It's late afternoon now and what seemed like two easy errands have eaten up most of the day. After leaving the clothing store, the first thing I did was stop in a Best Buy and get a prepaid cell phone. The next task was to find Barry Heller and get myself an ID. I figure I'll spend the night in a hotel so I can lay down and figure out what I'm going to do with my life. As fun as casual sex in clothing stores can be, eventually you have to settle down and get your life straightened out. I called Barry and found out he lives way out in the boonies of Queens, which means it took an hour to get to him after having to take a train and transfer to a bus.

"What," I hear a scratchy voice say over the intercom.

"It's Amy."

The door buzzes. I make my way into the building and walk up to the third floor. When he opens the door, I see a run down bean stalk of a man. He's wearing shorts and a stained white t shirt. It doesn't look or smell like he's showered today.

"You the one who called?" He asks.

I nod and he motions for me to come inside. I hesitate for a moment. What if he jumps me or something? I guess I can change into a six foot seven three hundred pound guy if I need to. If the transformation doesn't scare him enough, hopefully my size will. Come to think of it, I probably should've changed into a man before I came, just so he doesn't get any ideas about "payment".

I walk in to a tiny studio apartment. There's a mattress on the floor in the corner and a couch and TV on the other side of the room. On the far wall is small folding table with some folding chairs around it. He has a table set up with a toaster oven and a hot plate next to the folding table. Simple living.

"So you need a new ID?" He asks, sounding high out of his mind.

I nod.

He walks over to a closet and starts rummaging through. I decide to sit at the folding table, hoping this won't take very long. He pulls out a large metallic box and places it on the folding table. From the bed he grabs a laptop and plugs the metallic box into it.

"You want a drink or something?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"Beer, soda, vodka. All of the above?" His shoulders bounce up and down and it takes me a moment to realize he's laughing at his own joke.

"No, I'm okay."

He starts clicking around on the computer. "So who referred you to me?"

I hesitate for a moment. "A friend."

"Does this friend have a name?"

"No," I say.

He shrugs and continues working on the laptop. After a moment, he stops and looks up at me.

"So what do you want your name to be?"

"Amy," I say.

"Amy what? It'd be a dead giveaway this is a fake if it just says 'Amy'. Unless you're Madonna or Beyonce or something."

His shoulders bounce up and down again. Creepy.

I can't believe I didn't think of what I want my last name to be.

"Don't pick Adams or Winehouse or anything like that. You don't want to draw attention to your ID and having the same name as a famous person will just make people look at it more."

"Well now all I can think of is Adams and Winehouse. Thanks."

"Why not make it a porn name? What's the name of the street you grew up on?"

I shake my head. I have no idea.

"First pet's name?" He continues.

"Never had a pet," I lie...I think.

"Well fuck." He thinks for a moment. "How about Myers?"

"Amy Myers," I say, just so I can hear how it sounds. I nod. "Okay."

He continues clicking on his computer.

"What made you think of Myers?" I ask.

"I dated a girl named Myers once," he says without looking up.

I wait for more. He glances up and sees me looking at him expectedly.

"She had small tits, just like you."

I don't know why I asked.

"Okay," he says. "Stand over there." He points to where a small blue sheet is hanging on the wall.

"Why?"

"I need a picture. It would be a dead giveaway this is a fake if there was no picture on it."

I walk over to the sheet and face him. He pulls out a camera.

"Say 'I hate the DMV'," he says to me.

I make a weird face just as he takes the picture.

"It'd be a dead giveaway this is a fake if you look too happy in the picture," he says as he walks back to the laptop. "No one looks happy on their driver's license. Speaking of which, this isn't going to be a driver's license. Your friend told you that, right?"

I nod, pretending like I knew.

"It's just a state ID. It'll say 'For Identification Purposes Only' on it. Cops are less likely to run the ID if it's not a driver's license."

"Why is that?" I ask.

"Fuck if I know."

It turns out the metallic box is a printer. After a couple more minutes, he prints me out an actual state ID with my picture on it and the name Amy Myers.

"I know a guy that can get you a fake social if you want," he offers. "I don't do that shit."

I shake my head. If I need it, I'll come back. For now, I just want something that will get me a hotel room.

"Okay. So that'll be three hundred," he says. "Unless of course, you want a different arrangement."

I look at him, confused for a moment until I realize what he means. I roll my eyes and pull three hundred dollars out of my pocket. I purposefully asked him how much over the phone before I came so that I wouldn't have to pull out an envelope of money in front of him.

"Three hundred," I say as I hand him the bills.

"Too bad," he says with a smile. "You remind me of my ex-girlfriend. You know why?"

I turn and head for the door.

"Because I'm walking away from you?" I say over my shoulder.

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It took slightly less time to get back to Manhattan than it did to come out here. Using my new cell phone, I found a fairly cheap hotel uptown. Still pretty expensive, but cheaper than all the other options. The problem I've come up with now is figuring out how I'm going to get a hotel room without a credit card. I still have the woman's wallet from this morning. It has her ID and credit cards but I'm sure she's reported them stolen by now. I can't actually swipe those cards.