Consequences - Part 4 of 9

GAME!

Greninja wins!

"In your faces," I said, satisfied with myself. It had been a few days since I swapped with Kirsten, and I was hanging out with a few of my friends after school.

"I never thought Kirsten Falk would beat me in Smash," Jack said.

"I know, right?" said Ben. "I got personally Smashed by her twice!"

"I was this close to Smashing her," said Oliver, "but then Jack beat me to it."

"I'm not deaf to your little insinu-endos," I said in mock disgust. "You all can suck my dick."

"What dick?" Oliver said.

"I know. Realized as soon as I said it," I said. I paused for a moment. "But you guys know I'm not really Kirsten, right?"

 "We know," Jack said. "Sorry, Wilma."

"'Wilma'?!" I said, laughing. "What am I, your grandmother? I'm still the same person. Just call me Will!"

"You have to admit, though," Jack said, "it's kind of confusing to call your body by a guy's name."

"Are you enforcing cisnormative naming conventions on me?" I said, feigning outrage. "I'll have you arrested by the PC police!"

Jack laughed. I liked making him laugh. "You're going to make all the trans chicks jealous, dude," he said. "Swapping with a girl for free, and calling yourself by your guy name like it's all no big deal."

"Heh," I said. There was silence for a couple of seconds.

"But seriously," Ben said, "Will wouldn't have beaten me this badly if they hadn't nerfed Corrin so hard."

"You keep letting yourself get caught in the middle, dude," Oliver said. "You've got attacks coming from both sides that way. Try to stay near the edge."

"Good point," Ben said. "Anyone up for another round? I wanna turn Ollie's wisdom against him."

"You ungrateful little shit," Oliver said. "But yeah, let's go again."

As the afternoon went on, our numbers dwindled, until it was just Jack and me playing side by side on his couch. To tell you the truth, if we were at Ben or Oliver's instead and Jack had left, I probably would have left at the same time. Jack and I had known each other since middle school, and while Ben and Oliver were nice and all, I was really only friends with them because Jack was too.

All good things must come to an end, though. At around 5:30, I told Jack that I needed to head home. My family would be expecting me for dinner, I said, and I had unfinished homework for the next day.

"Alright," he said. "See you tomorrow, man."

"See you," I said. As I was standing up, I decided to act on an idea I'd been mulling over. "Oh, and... I think you were right, about my name. Call me... Sarah."

"Sarah?" he said. "You got it. Catch you later, girl."

I giggled a little. "You know it," I said.

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It was late evening. I was walking along my home street when I saw Jack sitting on my porch. He waved at me, and I came over and sat down next to him. We watched the sun set together, and talked about... I don't even remember what. All I remember is that I felt more comfortable in that moment, with him, than I had ever felt with anyone else.

And then I woke up.

It was dark in my bedroom. The clock on my nightstand read 3:44 AM. The room felt cold and empty without Jack in it. And I had to pee.

Where did that come from? I asked myself as I got out of bed and shambled to the bathroom. Am I crushing on Jack? But he's just my friend. I'm not into him. I'm not into guys. Am I?

As I sat on the toilet, I thought about Jack. I imagined him being my boyfriend. Me being his girlfriend. It felt kind of uncomfortable, but also kind of right. He was... actually pretty cute. And he was so much fun to be around. And I, Sarah, was cute too. I thought we would be really cute together.

I've never felt this way about a guy before, I thought. Is Kirsten's body doing this to me somehow? I mean, I think I've heard a few rumors of body swapping changing people's sexualities... but Kirsten only liked guys as far as I know, and I still like girls, right? I was done peeing by now, so I stood up, looked in the mirror, smiled, and pulled up my pajama top to expose my tits. Yep, I decided after ogling my reflection. I still like girls. But... I guess I like a guy now, too.

I pulled my top back down and began washing my hands. But what if Jack isn't into me? I wondered. I don't want to mess up our friendship by asking him out and getting rejected. I turned my eyes upward to my body in the mirror. I mean, I could never resist this... but what if Jack is different? What if he doesn't like white girls, or blondes? What if he could never see me as more than just a friend?

I dried my hands, returned to my bedroom, and settled back into bed, all the while mulling over what to do. For now, I decided, I'll just bide my time. Watch him for any clear signals one way or the other. Maybe try and send some subtle signals of my own. See if my feelings for him last, and just forget about this whole thing if they don't. And if they do, then maybe someday - if I'm not so lucky that he makes the first move - I'll do it myself.

(Continued in Part 5.)