Chapter 4
“Fucking hell…Cora! How do I walk in these things?”
After ‘accidentally’ blowing up the car on the street outside their flat and recovering from yet another parkour fail, Cora had managed to her way back into the Aaron’s room, before promptly handing control straight back, with the feminized Aaron stuck standing in the middle of the room wobbling lightly on 3 inch stiletto heels. He didn’t dare move without any support, he was about as elegant as a drugged sloth and he was sure going to fall over and snap an ankle or something similar.
Relax a little would ya? Just put one foot forward, and focus your weight on your…
Cora hadn’t finished when Aaron had taken a step, putting all his weight on his toes, causing him to tip forward with all his weight and crash onto the floor in a messy heap.
…..heel first….
After a few seconds of letting the dull pain from falling on top of his (still couldn’t believe he was saying this) breasts, Aaron slowly attempted to get back to his feet again. In an attempt resembling a giraffe with malfunctioning balance control, the symbioted boy wobbled his way to his feet.
Alright, now before ya take another step, listen fully to what I say. Ya normally walk on your toes kinda right? It’s kinda different when ya can’t put all distribute ya weight properly on ya toes.
“You can say that again.” Aaron glanced downwards at the orbs on his chest.
Shaddup. Now, ya gotta walk on with ya weight on the heels. Then once ya feel stable, put the weight down fully.
“Why do I have to learn this? Why can’t I just be a normal person wearing normal not heels, so I don’t have to learn how to walk on these needles?’
Because we’re stuck together and since I’m here now ya unfortunately have to learn it, tough. Now if give it a try ya stubborn idiot.
Aaron let out a defeated sigh and looked down at the floor. He slowly lifted his left foot up, extended in front of him and following Cora’s instructions, put the foot down heel first. After pausing for a few seconds in this position, he moved the rest of the foot down and made one giant step for symbiotemankind.
Ya did it! Hooray! Ya made your first step in heels!
“Quit with the sarcasm would you, I’m still kind of stranded here.”
Look Aaron I’m genuinely happy that yer trying this! Yes I was a little sarcastic but I am proud that ya learnt something! I was losing hope in your dense arse.
“Fuck you too goopy girl.”
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In what felt like it took an hour, Aaron had slowly stepped his way back to his bed and flopped down on it. Admittedly, the more steps he took in the needle heels, the quicker he got as he got used to it, but, there was a lot new things that he needed to get used to. He rolled onto his back, moving his long ponytail out of the way and stared at the ceiling.
The outfit choice and the body that Cora had given him was admittedly, very loud, very Cora from the limited interactions he had had with the Symbiote, but, there was still a firm disconnect between that body and himself. The breeze that existed under the far too short skirt was only a reminder of this. He didn’t know the words to describe it. It was like if you were in a stage production and your outfit looked ridiculous and you didn’t want people to laugh at you. What if people saw him like this? They would think he was 1) ridiculous 2) probably making a move on them. After all, who dresses like this normally.
I do. And others do as well. Ya know, wearing a skirt doesn’t necessarily mean that we exist to woo the masculine spirit.
“I’m just thinking Cora. Look, I know we have to co-exist, and, you know that I’m not that happy about this.” Aaron let out a sigh and ran a hand through his ponytail again, feeling the soft luscious locks that definitely didn’t belong on his head.
“But, if it helps you feel more comfortable, then I suppose it’s fine. It’s not that bad, it’s just a bit much, I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”
Awwwww ya such a fuckin’ softie ya are. I appreciate it, feel like we’ve gotten to know each other so much in one day.
“Feel like that’s inevitable from sharing a head together right? Getting to know each other better?”
Ya might be an idiot, but hey, so am I! We were almost made to be together ya know.
“Says the person who fell out of the sky and nailed me accidentally on the head.”
Fair enough fair enough, but still, I musta hit ya for a reason.
“That seems like a far too deep question for someone who studies rocks.” Aaron let out a hearty laugh, and did a double take at how much it sounded like Cora’s laugh in his head, but more in his own voice. It had a certain ring to it he had to admit. Aaron stopped laughing when a thought came to him.
“Um…..Cora…if you’re fine with it, can I get back to my, normal self? Please?”
That’s fine I’ve had plenty a time to be maself. Here ya go!
The process was rapid and startling for Aaron, especially as the outfit seemed to melt around him and instantly turn into goop that seemed to absorb directly into his skin. With that sensation, came the tingling feeling that had been around when he first transformed. He was more aware this time though of the feeling of his hair getting shorter, his breasts receding, all his curves going away. Within a second, Aaron was back to his own body, blinking rapidly, as though he was processing what happened.
There ya go, all done!
“Thanks Cora.” Aaron sighed and sat up, a few strands of hair falling across his eyes. Annoyed, he tried to blow the hair away, only resulting in a few more strands following awkwardly into his vision. He resorted to just pushing them away with his hand and putting them behind his ear. As he did so, he felt himself brush up against more hair around his neck area. Which was strange, Aaron’s hair was kept short, and never went down to the lower end of his neck.
Having a realisation, Aaron stood up quickly and ran to the bathroom and took in his reflection. He knew it. His hair had grown every so slightly longer, especially at the back, resembling a sort of androgynous mullet at this point, with the hair at the front of his head slowly coming down to his eye level. Not going to lie, he kind of liked it, maybe it was a side effect of the symbiote.
It wasn’t that big of a deal, he still looked like himself but with a mullet.
His terrible day had been followed by a quite interesting day indeed.