Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part XIV – Take One for the Team [MF]

I called Tommy after talking to Kat the night before. I’d made my decision, I told him, and I was going to give him a chance. Dinner and a movie, no strings.
Tommy was thrilled at my concession. His car pulled up to my building the next evening at about 5:30; I met him at the door.
I felt at once disgusted and flattered at his reaction. He stood speechless, staring me up and down, taking in the sight of me in a little black cocktail dress, dark leggings, and a pair of low-heeled pumps that I’d finally got the hang of walking in. Mostly. I’d even put on a little gold chain to draw the eye to the top of my cleavage, which was tasteful yet copious in the tight-zipped dress.
“Yeah, yeah, I look hot,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “Pop em back in the sockets and let’s go, yeah?”
The mood in the car was awkward as hell. Tommy sat behind the wheel, clearly trying not to show any creepy giddiness at the prospect of having me, and I sat next to him pretending to be cautiously eager about the whole thing.
It was the same way all the way to the restaurant, but after we ordered our drinks Tommy finally broke the ice.
“So,” he said, “have you figured out how to fix your problem yet?”
“Oh yeah.” I smiled. “I think I know how to change back. With any luck I’ll be back to normal soon.”
“Oh? What do you have to do?”
I felt my cheeks flush. I should have said no! “Uh… it… has to do with my girl-parts,” I said quietly. “It’s better if you don’t know the details.”
“Aha. Well, let me know if you need help or anything. After all, we’re still friends, right?”
“Right… yeah. Will do.” Well, he’d asked for it, right? That meant nothing was my fault anymore. Yep.
With that out of the way, it was surprisingly easy to talk to Tommy again. We’d been best friends for years, and I’d missed having someone to talk about sports with. Hell, I’d missed sports. I hadn’t had a chance to really relax in front of a game all week.
We laughed and joked and got funny looks from the waiter, but I didn’t care. The food was great, and if I forgot about why I was there, so was the company.
“So anyway,” Tommy said, taking a sip from his wine, “the next period started and immediately the ref slipped and fell on his ass! They had to stop the game!”
“Oh my god, that’s hilarious!” I grinned, reaching over the table and touching Tommy’s hand.
I froze, blushing, as Tommy took my hand and squeezed it. “Uh… sorry,” I said. “This… fuck, this is weird, huh?”
He smiled, letting go so I could withdraw my arm. “Yeah, but it’s fun, you gotta admit.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”

Tommy paid for dinner, then drove us to the theater. “It’s awesome to be out with a chick who likes guy films,” he said with a grin as he bought our tickets.
“Dude. If I’ve learned anything this week, it’s that some things transcend gender. Action movies are one of those things.”
We chose seats near the middle of the theater and leaned back to enjoy the show. I almost jumped up when I felt Tommy’s arm around my shoulders.
“Sorry, I thought-”
“No, it’s alright,” I said, settling in again. If I was going to let him have me, I thought, I might as well get used to a little contact.
Of course, a little could turn into a lot pretty quickly. We weren’t ten minutes into the movie and I was enjoying some really decent explosions on the screen when I felt Tommy’s sweat-moistened hand slide down from my shoulder to my breast.
I turned my head to glare at him, but he was doing a good job of looking like he was watching the movie. Or hell, maybe he really was watching, and this was just what he did on dates without thinking.
His reach forced me to lean against his shoulder. I opened my mouth to protest, but then his fingers slipped under my dress and found my nipple. He grinned at the sound of my sharp gasp as he gently pinched and rubbed at it.
“Shh,” he said softly, reaching across himself to take my hand in his. He squeezed my fingers and cupped my breast in his hand, then gently pulled my hand toward him.
The way I was leaning, it was actually more comfortable to rest my hand on his thigh where he put it. More natural. Of course, he didn’t want it to just rest there. I could feel the bulge of his erection pressing up against my palm through his pants.
I kept my eyes on the screen and started slowly stroking Tommy with my palm, but my mind wandered back to Chris. I remembered how my heart jumped when he touched my body. I imagined it was him I was with, holding me in his arms and groping my breast. I could almost see his face and the way he always smiled when he looked at me.
Then I remembered the blank look he’d had when I saw him last. The way he’d completely shut down when I confessed everything to him. The back of his head through the windshield as he drove away, leaving me behind.
I blinked rapidly, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. Well, I thought, fuck him. I opened up to him, and he ditched. He’d made all my choices for me. Fuck Tommy, too, making me go through with this. Once I passed on this curse and got back to normal, none of it would matter anymore.
Tommy drew a sharp breath, waking me from my angry musing. “Fuck, hun, ease up,” he complained quietly.
I pulled my hand back, realizing I’d been digging my nails into his leg instead of teasing his dick. “Sorry,” I whispered, sniffing once to keep my face from leaking any worse than it already was.
“It’s alright… nevermind,” he said, pulling his hand back out of my dress to my shoulder. “Let’s just watch the movie.”

The movie seemed pretty solid, and I made a note to come back and watch it again when my mind wasn’t full of worries and doubts and awkward embarrassment. Also when i had a penis. For now, it was just another countdown, leading to me doing something that I simultaneously hated to think of and couldn’t wait to get to. Soon, I’d let Tommy have me… and soon after that, I’d be a whole new person.
After about a million years the credits finally rolled up the screen and we left the theater. We rode back to my place in silence, watching as a soft rain started falling, finally pulling up out front.
Tommy killed the engine and stared out at nothing in particular. After a minute, I broke the silence.
“Wanna come in?” I asked tersely.
Tommy turned his head to look at me. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s have a drink.”

I poured two drinks and sat on the couch next to Tommy.
“So,” he said, “you’re gonna get back to, you know, yourself soon?”
“Yeah…” I looked at my glass, watching the ice melt into my expensive scotch. “Soon.”
“That’ll be a relief, I guess,” he said, reaching his arm around my waist and groping my ass, “but I gotta admit I’ll miss this.”
I nodded. “It really is something, huh? I got to find out that my whole life is shit, and it only took a week.”
Tommy scoffed. “Your life isn’t shit. You were the man! And you will be again. But before that happens…”
His hand started pulling me toward him. I stood up sudddenly, leaving it grasping at the air.
“I should change!” I spurted, backing away from him. “I mean… slip into something more comfortable. Wait here?”
“Whatever you say, beautiful.” He flashed me a leering smile and I retreated into the bedroom.
I closed the door and leaned back against it, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor in the dark. It felt like a million flies were buzzing around in my head, crawling in between my thoughts. I couldn’t go through with this… could I? It was a terrible thing to do to a man. I should know. But then again, Tommy was a pretty scummy man, all told. Maybe he’d learn a few things being me for a while. And besides, I’d earned my life. Everything I had here was the result of years of effort. I deserved to be who I’d always been.
And hell, if Chris didn’t want me anymore, there was nothing stopping me, right?
I heard the clink of ice on glass and realized I’d taken my drink with me into the bedroom. “Here’s to dickhaving,” I mumbled, lifting the glass and draining it into myself. It burned like acid in my throat, but the warm feeling spreading out from my stomach helped to calm me down.
I stood and turned on the light, unzipping and dropping my dress on my way to the closet.
“Jesus,” I said with a sigh, looking at the rows of hangars. In the left, my suits and slacks still hung waiting for me. On the right, my little collection of dresses and accessories. And between them, a bathrobe.
I grabbed the robe and threw it on, pulling it closed and covering my skin. The robe was soft, and felt great against my skin, touching everywhere except the small area covered by my panties. I took a moment to savor that feeling, since I would be trading this skin for my old one soon enough. Something about the feeling made me sad, like there was something I’d forgotten about, but I shook it off and turned away from the closet once more.
I cinched the robe closed, shifting it so it would expose more cleavage than it was designed to do, then walked back out into the living room. Tommy stood up and stared at me.
“Holy shit,” he said.
I smiled. “Thanks. Not a bad little body, huh?”
“I’ll say. Come over here.”
I held up a hand. “No oral, and no kissing on the lips. And none of this makes us gay.”

**CONTINUES BELOW**

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