Be Anyone Ch. 01

When the train pulls into the station, I hang around the end of the platform, waiting for everyone who got off with me to walk ahead. After a moment, the doors close and the train leaves the station. I'm fairly secluded, no one around me and no one across the station either. I close my eyes and think of the woman from this morning, but this time slightly shorter and smaller, trying to keep the same size I am now. After the familiar momentary nausea subsides, I pull out the blush and look in the mirror again. I look just like her, except smaller. These are the only clothes I own (after throwing away the ones I woke up in). I can't go ripping them from my transformations.

I rehearse what I'm going to say in my head the whole way down the platform, above ground and one block down to the hotel. Once in the lobby, I walk up to the front desk. Luckily there's a man at the counter, which I was hoping would be the case. I walk up to him and smile.

"Hi. How can I help you?" He asks.

"I'd like a room," I say as sweet as possible, smiling from ear to ear.

He clicks around on his computer.

"We have one with a queen size bed for one thirty a night."

I nod. "That's great," trying to sound nervous.

"Okay. I just need to see an ID and a credit card."

I hand him the woman's ID and the credit card all the way in the back of the wallet. The guy puts my information into the computer, then he takes my credit card and is about to swipe it.

"Oh! Sir?" I ask, sounding alarmed.

He stops and looks at me.

"Do I have to use a credit card? Can I just pay with cash?"

He gives me a very professional customer service smile. "We need to keep a credit card on file to secure the room."

"Yes, I understand that," I begin. "But you see, the thing is..." I trail off, trying to play up the moment. "Well, oh gosh you're going to think I'm..." I trail off again and look at him with puppy dog eyes.

"You're what?" He asks.

"Well you see, the thing is, my husband handles all our credit card bills and I was kind of hoping this wouldn't show up on my credit card?"

He looks at me confused.

"Because you see," I continue. "I'm not exactly staying with my husband tonight." I bite my lower lip.

The man has a look of understanding now.

"I see," he says. "But I have to put a credit card on file. It's the rules."

"Oh I know, but like, can't we just, I don't know, forget about the rules? This one time?"

He looks at me blankly.

"Oh God, you must think I'm some kind of..." I wait for him to chime in.

"No ma'am, not at all."

"It's just, things have been hard for a long time now. I know I shouldn't be doing this. Oh God what am I doing?" I try to get myself to start crying, though it's not working. "I just...just this once. I'm only doing it just this once. And maybe you can, I don't know, not use my card just this once?"

He looks at me and I can tell he's considering it.

"I didn't even think about the whole credit card thing. I've never done anything like this before," I plead.

"Well," he says, starting to break. "How many people will be using the room?"

I feign offense. "What do you mean? Just one other person."

"No, I just meant-"

"I'm not that kind of woman."

"I know."

"Just because I'm-"

"I just mean," he says, cutting me off. "You won't be having a party in the room or anything? The credit card is used if there's damages to the room and if there's just going to be two of you in there, there's less of a chance of anything getting damaged."

"Yes, of course. Just me and one other person."

He thinks about it for a moment and then hands me back the credit card.

"Thank you," I say, beaming.

"It's okay. I've been there before. My wife and I. Ex-wife."

"Oh I'm so sorry, honey," I say as I hand him the cash for the room.

He nods and gives me two key cards.

"Just be careful. Okay?"

I nod. "I will. Thank you. You're a very kind man."

I give him one more smile and walk away.

I can't believe that worked!

I get to the elevator and press three. After a moment, I'm in the room and collapse onto the couch. Finally, a moment of peace! What a crazy day! Part of me wonders if I'll wake up in the morning and it'll all be over, but I know it won't. I know I should start making a game plan but I'm just so tired. It's almost dinner time and part of me just wants to order room service, a bottle of wine, and pass out.

I stand up and look in the mirror. That woman from earlier stares back at me. I close my eyes and think of my real face and open my eyes again. I'm once again back to Amy Myers. I strip out of my clothes and look myself in the mirror again.

My breasts aren't that small, I think. What the hell does he know? He's just some junkie.

That's when a new thought occurs to me. I've only changed into women so far. I wonder if I can change into a man. First I need to think of a man. I close my eyes and try to think of a face I don't know. None of the men I've seen today are faces I want to see staring back at me from the mirror. I picture someone in my head and concentrate. The feelings come and go and I open my eyes. Staring back at me is a gorgeous man. My square jaw is accented by my thick brown hair. I have a broad chest and my breasts have been replaced by two tight muscles. My stomach is flat all the way down to my new cock. It's bigger than the one I had this morning. I turn around in the mirror, looking at the muscles in my legs flex as I do. I cup my hand around my balls and feel a sweet sensation. The head of my cock flicks up and then down and I can feel it start to grow. It's weird, this feels like a new sensation as well. Before, when I was having sex and Greg was inside of me, it felt like I had never felt it before. A thought had occurred to me that maybe I used to be a man before today. However, now I have my hand wrapped around my cock and this feels just as foreign as the cock inside of me had earlier.

I lay down on the bed and start to stroke my cock with one hand and massage my balls in the other. My cock feels good. I spit in my hand and spread it around my shaft. I start to stroke furiously. I can fell the aggression build in me that I saw in the store clerk earlier. Deep grunts starts to escape me, a raw animalistic need to erupt passion all around me. I think of how the store clerk's cum tasted earlier and I realize I can have some again. Is it weird to eat your own cum if you're really a girl? Given everything that's happened today, I think I'm way past the point of weird.

My hand grips my cock as I go faster. I didn't realize you can squeeze a cock as hard as this. Earlier I thought I had to be gentle with it, but right now I don't want anything gentle. I feel the seed start to build at the base of my cock and the tension start to rise. I can feel my shaft start to fill. Fuck, I want to explode so badly. I'm now grunting out loud and I grip the bed with my free hand. I can feel it right at the tip of my cock and I angle myself so the tip is pointed straight at me. Despite everything I feel, the first shot of cum takes me off guard. It lands on my chest, but then the second stream shoots out and hits me right on the cheek. More cum explodes out of me and I can feel it all over my face. Finally some of it lands in my mouth and that same salty taste comes back to me from earlier. More streams of cum shoot out of me and it seems to go in all directions. Finally the last couple drops fall out onto my hand and my cock feels empty again.

I close my eyes and imagine my real face, the face of Amy. After a moment, I open my eyes and see my hand is balled up in a fist by my pussy. What used to be clutching a throbbing hard cock is now holding nothing. I stand up and go to the mirror. I see my sweet girly face staring back at me covered in cum. I even still have some in my mouth. I swash it around with my tongue until finally swallowing it. Then I start to clean up my face by pushing it all into my mouth.

I taste good, I think.

Knock, knock, knock.

I freeze, finger dripping with cum as I hear a knock at the door. My mind starts to race. Maybe I didn't fool the guy in the lobby and he called the cops? Why would he though? He didn't actually swipe the card, so how would he know if it was stolen? He does have my name, or the woman's name. Maybe he ran the name and something came up? But what the hell am I talking about? This is a hotel, not the damn FBI. They don't have databases.

Knock, knock, knock.

I look in the mirror and realize I still have cum on me.

"One minute," I call out.

I run to the bathroom and run a towel across my face and check myself again in the mirror. No more cum! Then I grab the robe hanging on the door and wrap it around me. I go the door and take a deep breath. Then I remember who I'm supposed to be. I close my eyes and picture the woman from the bathroom again. When I open my eyes, I hop into the bathroom two steps away so I can check myself in the mirror. Then I hop back to the door and open it.

A man with black framed glasses and short brown hair is standing there. He has a brown button down shirt and jeans. He's holding a briefcase in one hand and some sort of device in the other. He smiles at me and before I can say anything, he reaches out and grabs my arm. In one quick motion, he spins my arm around so my wrist is facing up. He puts the device he's holding over my wrist and a blacklight shines on my skin. To my surprise, a number appears. On my wrist, underneath my skin, the numbers 529 shimmer back. I'm frozen for a moment until I remember the guy is holding my arm. I pull away and look at him in shock. He gives me a sweet smile.

"There you are," he says. "We've been looking for you."