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Yeah... now this is luxury...
I'm just sitting here, staring through this perfectly oval skylight above me, with the sky looking so close, like if I reached out, I'd touch those fluffy, cotton-candy clouds. But I don’t reach. I just sit there, leaning back on my hands a bit, feeling how the fabric of these panties digs annoyingly between my ass cheeks.
Once, my ex answered my question about whether it was comfortable to wear thongs with a slight smile, saying —
— You get used to it.
Used to it. How the hell do you even get used to this?
And now here I am, sitting in this black strip of fabric that feels like someone back there is testing my tolerance on purpose, and thinking — is this really what women call "normal"? She got used to it… Yeah, and I probably will too. I’m already starting to. Or more like, I'm resigning myself to it. Because ever since I — Lucas, thirty-five, IT support guy, with a mortgage and a chronic sex drought — became Leticia… my life stopped being mine in any way.
The genie. That fucking bastard genie.
It was like a bad joke. Yeah, I was bitching at a bar, whining about women, saying they were playing life on easy mode, like all they had to do was slip on a tight dress, pout their lips, and the world dropped at their feet. And then this guy walks in, dressed like he stepped out of some Arabian fairytale, smirking with a voice like a raspy saxophone that picked up smoking.
— Wanna try living their life? — he asked.
I scoffed —
— Go ahead, show me what it’s like to be a queen.
And now I’m here — on a yacht. Staring up through this pretentious window, feeling the unfamiliar weight of my breasts subtly bounce with every breath... Jesus. Breasts... At first, I was too scared to even breathe. They were always there, always moving on their own. Still are — I’ve just learned how to move so they don’t get in the way. No running, no jumping, no sudden bending — actually, just moving in a slow, almost graceful rhythm, because any wrong move pulls at something under them, like the muscles still don’t understand why they’re suddenly supporting two firm mounds of flesh...