Fantasy Reversal Chapter 4

I looked each way as I exited the room. Thankfully, the elevator was only about four doors down and the hall was quiet. With my bag in tow I walked to the elevator pushing the button, my reflection in full view in the polished elevator door.

I stood there, for a few moments as if in a trance as I stared at myself, still in disbelief. Also, embarrassed a bit as I was dressed like a two-bit hooker, in the short denim shorts, cropped t-shirt that displayed my breasts as Katrina never would have. To top it off, I was left only my strappy heels. If I were a man I would love to fuck the woman before me. Though now I was the woman, men wanted to fuck and the way I was dressed I was inviting those observations.

The ding as the elevator arrived awoke me from my trance and I entered the empty elevator. The ride to the lobby went without pause, thankfully. Though, as the door opened I could hear the murmur of the crowded lobby. Before me stood a couple, the man gawking, making little effort to look away from me as he held his wife's hand. I smiled awkwardly to him as I excused myself and brushed past him.

I wanted to hide, as I stepped, my heels echoed on the marble tile, as if I needed more attention called to me. Fuck it, I thought. I stood for a moment, and composed myself, then walked confidently toward the open restaurant. Sam was already seated, his smile broad as he saw me. Then he pointed toward the door for me to look. My head turned, to find a group of young men, standing ogling me. I could feel my face fill with embarrassment.



"Good morning dear." I leaned in pecking Sam on the cheek before sitting down.

"Good morning Trina. You seemed to enjoy last night if I do say so myself. It was like you were different though, as though you really enjoyed being ..... fucked." Sam uttered. The profanity caught me off guard. "It was like you were having sex for the first time, baby." His hand slid to my thigh as he sat next to me.