Trevor looked at his phone, it had been ringing non-stop since this morning. He did feel a little guilty, but now he was past airport security with a one-way ticket in hand. He just couldn’t give up this body; Trevor had gotten so used to being a bubbly cutie. The bartender in front of him broke his train of thought. “Another, Miss?”
“No, thank you. Don’t know how many I can take.” And he wasn’t lying; he figured he was a lightweight now that he was 5’1″. It had taken him a bit to get used to being so small, but it was way down the list of everything feminine he’d have to get used to. The taste in his mouth was different, and all the clothes Vivian had were skintight. His boarding time was in half an hour, so he began wrapping up, paying using one of Vivian’s credit cards. He hopped his dainty body off the chair and strolled away with his purse. If all went to plan, he would be in Russia in 14 hours, ready to start a new life. He didn’t speak a lick of the language, but his body now had dual citizenship, and he had to leave the States immediately.
The plan was on-the-fly. When the company won the bid on the strange gorilla statue, they thought they were buying a fancy native art piece. Vivian was the office manager, and she had asked Trevor’s help to set it up. The moment they both touched the statue, their perspective completely flipped. Trevor had to hide his excitement. He was giddy to explore the moment he looked down to see a tight body clad in one of Vivian’s signature dresses, completely at his disposal.
Vivian begged not to let this get out; that was fine by him. He finished the rest of the workday enjoying all the attention he got from his coworkers. Trevor had no idea how Vivian got any work done; one second, he’s absorbed into a gossip with the three young ladies at reception, the next he’s being flirted with on his walk back to his desk. Unlike his usual self, he was glowing after work. Vivian had taken off early to go find the auctioneer; she had no idea that Trevor would not be coming back to the office.
“Now boarding group A,” the intercom interrupted Trevor’s thoughts of his own maliciousness.
He walked through the bridge surrounded by giants to find his seat. As soon as he sat down and heard the announcement that plane doors were shut, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. He was ‘home’ free. He looked down at his bust and let out another exaggerated breath, smiling at his accomplishment.
