Be Anyone Ch. 02

"Amy," I say.

"So you from here?"

I nod. "Sorta. I'm staying at the hotel."

"Ah, nice. I live in the Upper West Side. I just like this place."

As I look at the man, I start to feel drawn to him. I can feel a buzzing inside me. This must be what Richard was talking about earlier. My heightened sexual drive. I can't tell if I'm really into this guy or if it's just my altered hormones. I notice we're just staring at each other now.

"You still with me?" He asks.

I nod and look at my drink. There's about half of it left. I pick up the glass and down the rest of it in one shot. He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"This is a nice place. Would you like to see the inside?" I offer.

He smiles and downs the rest of his drink.

"Lead the way ma'am."

We make our way out of the bar towards the elevators. As I start to walk, I begin to feel the vodka take it's effect. I grab his arm to stable myself.

"You okay?" He asks.

I nod.

The elevator doors close and it starts to ding as it passes each floor. He takes a step closer to me and I lean into his chest. He lifts up my chin and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. His lips feel good against mine. He feels so strong. We don't say anything all the way to my room. I swipe my card and open the door. He walks in and takes his blazer off and starts to undo his tie.

"I hate wearing ties," he says.

"Don't like the feeling of being choked?"

"Not by ties," and gives me a wink.

I lift my shirt over my head, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. His eyes rest on my breasts and the black bra between him and them.

"You're beautiful," he says, half to me and half to himself.

It takes me off guard. It feels so good to hear him say it.

"Say that again," I demand.

"You're beautiful," he repeats.

I reach behind me and undo the clasps of my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I can feel the open air and the intense gaze of his eyes on my breasts.

"Again," I command.

"You're beautiful," he says, his eyes locked on my breasts.

I reach for my shorts and undo the button, then slide them over my hips and let them fall to my feet. I kick them away, now standing in front of him in just my panties.

"Again," I whisper.

I can see his breathing pick up. He's getting hungry, a deeply engrained impulse building inside of him.

"You're beautiful," he breaths.

I reach for my panties and slowly slide them down and kick them away. I present my naked body to him, turning around so he can get a look of every angle. Then something comes over me and I take two fingers and stick them inside of my damp pussy. I exhale when they're inside of me and feel myself dampen even more. I pull my fingers out of me and slowly walk over to him. When I'm close enough to feel his breath on me, I stick my two fingers into his mouth and feel his tongue soak up the taste of my desire. Then I reach for his hand and place it on my pussy. He takes the hint and sticks his two fingers inside me. His feel even better, his fingers being bigger than my own. As he explores the inside of my pussy, we lock eyes. I can feel his fingers move around until they find my clit. He flicks it back and forth and my body spasms as I stand in front of him. With two hands I grab his shoulders and lean my weight onto him. With each caressing of my clit, my hole becomes wetter and wetter. I close my eyes and breath into him. Finally, I reach down and pull his hand out and guide the two fingers that were inside of me to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his fingers and clean my juices off of his fingers.

I take his fingers out of my mouth and cup my hand around his crotch.

"Again," I demand.

"You're beautiful."

I undo his belt and the button on his pants and let them fall to his ankles. I cup my hand around his boxers, feeling his pulsing cock underneath.

"Again," I whisper.

"You're beautiful."

I pull his boxers down and his rock hard cock pops out. I wrap my hand around it and feel the warmth radiating from his shaft. I remember what my cock felt like earlier and how I was able to handle it. I squeeze my hand tightly around his shaft.

"Again," I moan.

"You're beautiful," he breaths out.

I lower myself onto my knees until his cock is right in front of me. I can feel the heat coming off of it. I stroke him back and forth a couple times and look up at him.

"Do you mean it?" I ask.

"Yes," he exhales.

I open my mouth and engulf his cock, taking him all the way in. He grunts out loudly and his hands reach for the back of my head. I slowly pull my lips back and let some saliva fall from me onto his head. I spread it around, lubricating his beautiful cock. I continue to stroke him and he looks down at me with a desperate expression on his face. I can tell he craves the feeling of my warm mouth on him again. I do as he wishes and wrap my mouth around his cock again. My lips stroke him back and forth as my hand caresses his balls. I gag once or twice when I push him in deep and the sound drives him crazy.

"Fuck," he calls out. "You're so fucking good!"

His praise gives me a jolt of excitement and I pick up the pace. He takes his shirt off so that he's now naked, except for his shoes. I let his cock fall out of my mouth and glance down at his shoes and back up at him and give him a giggle. He realizes what I'm referring to and he quickly takes his shoes and socks off, throwing them in random directions. While he does that, I stand up and take a step back from him.

"Where are you going?" He asks with a smile. He reaches down for his cock and starts to stroke himself.

I signal for him to follow me as I lead him over to the bed. When I'm there, I get on all fours on the bed and stick my ass out to him, resting my head on the bed. He accepts my offering, getting down on his knees and spreading my cheeks so that my wet slit is right in front of him. I can smell my pleasure fill the air and he takes a deep breath in. Then I feel his tongue. It starts from the bottom, the top of my slit, follows up until he gets to my ass. He gives my tight hole a little flick of his tongue and I giggle from the feeling. I hear him laugh behind me. He goes back to my pussy and now I feel his tongue enter me. I feel so open with my legs spread and my cheeks propped wide. His tongue seems to fill me entirely and a wave of pleasure washes over me. I call out as the pleasure makes it way to my mouth, then bury my face into the bed, biting the blanket. As his face is buried in my pussy, I feel his finger enter my ass.

"Holy shit," I call out as I feel him in both of my holes.

He starts to fuck me with his tongue in one hole and his finger in the other. My body starts to wiggle but his clasp on me tightens, holding me in place.

"Fuck me! Now!" I demand. I can't take anymore of these games. I need his cock inside of me.

I feel him leave both my holes and I glance over my shoulder. As he takes his cock in his hand, I reach back and spread myself open for him. He glides his cock inside of me, my juices helping all the way in. He wastes no time and starts pumping me. The smack of his body against mine fills the room. As I'm on my hands and knees, I arch my back down to angle the pleasure through me. He puts one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, locking me in place. His thrusts are furious and deep. His animalistic nature is starting to come out and I can hear him grunting as he fucks me.

Then his arm wraps around me and he pulls me up so that my back is on his chest. He rests his head in the curve of my neck and puts his hand around my throat as his cock continues to devour my pussy.

"You're so fucking beautiful Amy," he grunts in my ear. It's passionate, almost angry, and his words ignite my senses. I yell out, my body bouncing back and forth like a rag doll.

"Yes!" I yell. "Fuck!"

In one quick motion he pulls out of me and spins me around so that I'm on my back. He grabs my legs and pulls my hips to the edge of the bed. Before I even realize what's happening, his cock is inside me again, his body slapping against mine. He leans over me and I see the strong stern look of desire on his face. That's when the eruption starts to build in me. I throw my head back and grip the edge of the bed. The frustration deep inside my pussy is about to let loose.

"Fuck, don't stop," I squeal.

He fucks me harder, fanning the fires of my explosion. It rushes to the surface like a flood gate no longer able to resist. I scream out and every muscle in my body tenses up. My legs clamp closer together and I feel him pry me open despite my reflex. His cock falls out of me and I feel a stream of my juices follow it. My chest starts to spasm and I grip the bed harder. I finally open my eyes and see my body shaking. When I look up at him, a warm liquid splashes over me. I glance down just in time to see the second wave of cum erupt out of his cock and land on me. A stream of cum lands on my breasts and another one hits me on the forehead. My body is so weak from the orgasm as my muscles start to loosen from the tension. I'm unable to pull away from his shower of cum. A few more streams fly out of him, this time landing on my open lips. I taste his warm salty pleasure. One more stream flies out of him, this one the weakest and it lands on my stomach. We both look at each other, out of breath. I smile up at him, wondering what I look like covered in his cum. His hand reaches out and caresses the one part of my cheek where there's no cum.

"You're beautiful," he says smiling down at me.

I lick my lips, taking more of his cum into my mouth. I feel a pain in my legs and realize they're still up in the air, so I lean forward into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Since he's still standing in front of me, I lean in and give the head of his cock a sweet kiss.

"Thank you," I say.

"For which part?" He asks.

"Your words. They make me feel good."

He smiles down at me and runs his hand through my hair.

"You should know it, if you don't already. You're perfect."

"You don't need to sweet talk me anymore." I gesture to the cum all over me. "You already got what you wanted," I tease.

"It's the truth. I want to see you again."

"I'd like that," I say.

He walks over to the couch and starts to put his clothes on. A disappointment hits me.

"You're not staying?" I ask.

"I can't. I have to get home."

"Why? It's late."

He smiles as buckles his belt. "My dog is going to shit all over the apartment, if he hasn't already."

"Oh," I say, looking down. I'm suddenly more aware of the cum that's all over me. I start trying to rub it off. I get up and walk to the bathroom to get a towel.

"But hey, can I see you tomorrow?" He calls out to me.

"Sure,"I say, walking back into the room as I wipe cum off of me.

"Should I meet you here or at the bar?"

"The bar."

"What's your number?"

I rattle off my number as I dry myself off. My thighs are soaked and are starting to feel cold from the air. The warmth of my pleasure has cooled off.

"What's yours?" I ask.

"I'll text you so you have mine."

"Okay," I say a little suspicious. "So what time tomorrow?"

He thinks for a moment. "Seven?"

I nod. "That sounds good."

"Great!" He says. He walks over me and puts his arms on my shoulders. He leans in and gives me a gentle kiss. A nice change of pace from his aggressiveness a few minutes before. He looks at me and I wait to see if he's going to say something. He doesn't.

Something feels wrong.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says.

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

He gives me one more kiss and then turns for the door.

"Hey David?" I call out, not sure what I'm going to say.

He stops with the door half open and turns back to me, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Remember to text me," I say feebly.

He nods. "Of course."

And then he's gone, the door closing behind him.

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I slept well that night. When I woke up in the morning, I was half expecting to look like someone else. When I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, I saw the same face looking back at me. Well at least I know I won't change in my sleep. I walk back to the bed and lay down, looking up at the ceiling. Now that I'm on to my second day in this new life, I now have the biggest question of all to answer; what now? I can't live in this hotel room forever, but I can't get an apartment until I have a job. Maybe I should go to college? I can make myself look younger and start at the beginning. It's a promising thought, but the more I think about it the more I realize it's the last thing I want to do. Then what? I can get a secretary job of some kind. Or assistant, as they're called now. Something in finance. Make myself look like a supermodel and demand a lot of money to work there. But that sounds awful too.

I wonder if this was the problem I had in my previous life.

Maybe I wasn't interested in anything before. Just because I have this new ability and can't remember anything doesn't mean my instincts are different. So the question is, what do I enjoy? Unfortunately, nothing comes to mind.

I decide I should just take a shower and get some breakfast. I'm not going to decide on a life trajectory all in one morning. I hop in the shower, not having to take off any clothes. I realized last night I forgot to buy pajamas, so I slept nude. After the shower, I brushed my teeth (with the one provided by the hotel sealed in plastic, thank you for that), do my makeup and return to the same clothes I had on yesterday. After a couple minutes, I'm out on the street looking for something to eat. It's a warm day again and I'm glad for my short shorts and tank top and sandals. I find an Au Bon Pain and duck in there to get a croissant and coffee. The man at the counter smiles at me a little longer than normal as he hands me my change. I sit down at a table by the window and look out as I eat my pastry. A bus pulls up to a red light and I'm confronted with a massive ad for perfume. The entire side of the bus is a woman's body, head turned to the side looking out as she sprays herself with the product. She looks strong, like she knows something I don't. Her beauty stares a hole into me. And then I realize what I want to do. I want to be this woman. I want to be the face on the side of busses and billboards that cause you to look twice. I want to be a person that people find so beautiful, they can't take their eyes away.

Isn't that vain?

Maybe. Possibly. Probably. But so what? I can be anyone I want. I can look like anyone I want. That's my skill. I'm not a mathematical genius or a computer programmer who can make a new app. I can't do someone's taxes or defend them in court. If I'm really being honest with myself, the only talent I have is being able to look and sound like the person people want to see. So why not use it?

Plus deep down, I want to feel the eyes on me.

After the experience with David yesterday, I discovered I feel happy knowing someone thinks I'm beautiful. Hearing him say it and seeing the belief in his eyes made me truly happy. This is what I want to do. So how do I do it? Then a whole plan presents itself to me. It's like it's been there the entire time. I take the last bite of my croissant and go back out on the street, ready to take action.

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A couple hours later, I return to my hotel room with a few bags of supplies. First thing I did was stop at a bank and open an account. I feel much safer not walking around with all that cash anymore. All I needed to open it was my ID, so Amy Myers is now an official Chase customer. The next thing I did was buy a laptop. If I'm going to do this, I'll need a way to look up auditions. I stopped in another clothing store and picked up some more outfits. I bought two male outfits, in case I have the need to be a man at some point, then I went to a fairly expensive women's clothing store. The nice thing about shopping for me is I don't have to try anything on. I looked for what I thought was beautiful and decided I'll just change myself into the right size later.

Lastly and most importantly is the final part of my plan. I stopped in a pharmacy and bought a copy of every magazine I could find. I empty the bag onto the bed and get to work. If I'm going to look like someone people want to take pictures of, I need to see who it is people want to take pictures of. But I can't just change into that exact person. That'll never work. What I'm going to do is create a picture of a person by piecing together pictures of people to create the best looking model a photographer will see. As I look through the magazines, I rip out one person's legs, another person's hair, someone else's eyes, so on and so on. The whole thing is actually kind of fun. I create a few different options, but there's one that stands out the most to me. I get the glue stick I bought and glue the pieces to a piece of cardboard I bought. When I hold it up, it almost looks like a picture of a new person. I guess in some way, I'll be a living Picasso!

I stand in the middle of the room and close my eyes. In my mind I picture all the strips of magazine I glued together and think about how much I want to look like that person. The feeling of change starts to wash over me and when I feel the transformation settle, I open my eyes. Already I can feel the difference. For one, I'm taller and when my eyes open I'm taken a little off guard by seeing the room from a new angle. My hair is longer and finer. It's blonde, almost white, and seems to flow around my shoulders as I move my head around. Then I glance down at my breasts. I'm not sure what to make them. I know runway models have smaller breasts, but all the ones in the pictures had varying sizes. The ones I ripped out from the magazine weren't very large, more like a B cup. But on my taller body they seem to look more natural. I look between my legs and see my vagina is bare. What's interesting is I didn't think anything in particular about that. Pubic hair wasn't really on my mind. It seems like it did that on it's own. I'll have to ask Richard about that.

Next I get the dress and slide it on over my head. Sure enough I pictured my size perfectly and it falls right into place. It's dark red with slits going down both sides, exposing my skin. It fits tightly, almost as if it's a second skin. I slide the top portion down and put my bra on and then slide some panties on underneath. Lastly are the matching red heels. I sit on the edge of the bed and put them on, then walk to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I'm stunned by what I see. Not only do I look gorgeous, but I look exactly like the collage of magazine pictures. It's almost eerie. This is amazing!

I walk back into the room and check my phone, hoping maybe I just missed his text. Of course I didn't. You can't miss what never came. I look down at myself and decide to have a little fun. I grab some cash and my room key and put them in my bra, not wanting to take the same bag with me. I make my way down to the bar and see David sitting there nursing a whisky. I slowly walk over and take a seat at the bar next to him, keeping one empty chair between us. Luckily there's a different bartender tonight. The girl comes over to me.

"What can I get'cha?"

"A glass of chardonnay," I answer.

She turns and grabs a glass, not asking me for ID. Thank God. The one thing I didn't factor into this little scheme was that I don't look like my ID right now. I take some money out of my bra and when she comes back, I pay for the drink. I can feel David glance over at me. I look to my side and catch his glance and give him a polite smile. He gives one back in return and looks forward again.