Chapter 7
About two hours had past since Aaron had thrown at a bus at the local hero, Skylark, and the symbioted Holt found himself sitting on the edge of the roof of one of the several halls of residence that housed the first years that attended Woodford University. As a third year, Aaron didn’t have priority in these flats, not to mention he had first refusal on his actual flat so he didn’t mind staying in it.
As for why he found himself on the roof of the six story building still in Symbiote form? A form that gave him breasts and thighs that maybe crush rocks? He couldn’t quite get rid of the thrill that came with this form. The adrenaline rush he got from confronting not just Skylark but the druggie who had tried to mug him was unlike any high that Aaron had ever experienced. Granted, he had managed to stay away from the extremely hard drugs that had become a problem on campus, but it still felt amazing. Cora wasn’t lying when she said that power would come with his way, he just didn’t expect it would feel quite this good.
That’s not the only reason ya feeling so chipper, ya know
“And why is that Cora? Do tell me.”
Ya honestly don’t need the power high to feel good, ya enjoy this type of stuff already. Ya just didn’t know it before hand.
“Well, aside from the several crimes that we broke today, yeah, it was quite enjoyable.”
Aaron let out his husky female laugh, swinging his legs a little, he could almost ignore the skirt swishing a bit in the wind up here. Maybe it was something to do with Cora, but he didn’t feel all that bad being in this body. Sure the breasts were heavy and had altered his sense of balance. But he felt that she was helping him maneoveur well, after all, he had only learnt how to walk in heels yesterday.
I may be helping ya a bit with that yes, but again, it’s ya as well.
“What do you mean I’m doing it as well?”
I meant ya not caring about yer breasts and hips all that much. Ya know, being attached ta your brain stem, I can see things.
“Well, then, why do I not care? I feel like in the end, no matter how most people look, they would love a stab at this type of power you know, I don’t mind if my chest jiggles while I do it.”
Hmmmmmmm, sure sure, but what’s the fun in me telling ya?
“I don’t want to have to do soul-searching to find out why I don’t mind strutting around in heels, Cora. You must know by now that I’m not great at feelings.”
Oh yeah I know, yer thick as a brick when it comes to emotions. On another subject, aren’t ya forgetting something?
Aaron was confused at what Cora was talking about, and he wracked his tiny brain about it. After a few seconds, he let out a loud ‘eep’.
“My bag?! It’s still in the room, oh shit it must be over now. I gotta go get it.”
Aaron quickly stood up from where he stood and looked down. He had scaled the building yes, but he wasn’t as confident going down it. He looked around for any sort of hand holds that potentially make the descent easier, when he heard the cough from inside of his brain.
You could probably just jump down ya know.
“Oh. Yeah….right…”
The back of the flat building was rather quiet, after all, it was a quiet green space and it was a bit cold, so no one would be hanging here right now, so Aaron just lept off the roof of the building. He wasn’t exactly sure how to hit the landing, he was never taught this after all, so he didn’t have much tie to react as he landed with his feet flat onto the ground, the stiletto heels digging into the soil, the force of it causing him to knee himself in the head and causing him to fall backwards onto his back.
Aaron numbly felt the outfit melt off of him and absorb back into his skin, as the feeling returned to his legs and then the rest of his body. He had to get used to surviving a five storey fall without significant injury, in fact he felt the most damage he did was from kneeing himself in the face. He had to learn a landing strategy, that’s for sure.
He picked himself up to his feet, and started in a light jog back towards his seminar room.
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The class would have ended about 15 minutes ago, and Aaron had some apologising to do at the very least. He burst into the room, and found it completely empty apart from one person.
Professor Ruben Adams couldn’t be much older than Aaron, or at least, that’s how he looked. He was a man who definitely kept in shape, and looked rather out of place teaching a bunch of motley misfits about the magic of rocks, but here he was. He was the easiest professor to approach in his department for sure, and Aaron desperately hoped for some leniency.
“I’m sorry Ruben, I….uh…I had to go deal with an important errand, so I missed the class. Sorry….”
The professor looked up in surprise, and seemed a little confused at something at first when he was looking at Aaron, weird, but he would soon give Aaron a warm smile and a shake of the head.
“No worries Aaron, I understand that some things can get in the way of our learning. Everything is online as per usual.”
“Thank you Ruben, sorry again…”
As Aaron went over to pick up his bag, he heard Ruben clear his throat again, and the student turned to face the professor.
“Say Aaron, how tall did you say you were to me at the start of term again?”
“Um…5 foot 6? Why sir?”
“Hmmm….” Professor Ruben walked over to Aaron, and stood in front of him. Aaron felt like the vantage point was wrong, he had to look up a little more to look at him, that could only mean that he was a little….
“Shorter, you seem shorter than 5 foot 6 Aaron…”
“Well I can’t just shrink can I Ruben…maybe I measured myself wrong?”
Professor Ruben let out a chuckle and shook his head. “Maybe, maybe, or it could be the working out that you’ve done. It’s nice to see you lose a bit of weight you know.”
“Losing weight? Wha-”
“Anyway I have to go. Take care of yourself Aaron.” And before Aaron could say another word, the professor was gone, leaving Aaron to think through the professor’s words with confusion.
I suggest ya go home and have a look at yourself in the mirror.
He didn’t need to be told twice, Aaron grabbed his bag, and made a beeline straight home.
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To put it in simple terms, his flat wasn’t that close to Campus. On his bike, it usually took him about 30 minutes. He took about 20 minutes to get back in a full sprint, which granted hadn’t been much faster, since his flat was still a long way away, but he didn’t even really have to stop to take a break once. He was breathing a little heavily when he arrived back but he was hardly hacking his lungs out.
He put that thought on the backburner as he burst into his flat and ran to the bathroom, and had a look at himself in the mirror. He stared in silence for a few seconds.
His hair had grown ever so slightly longer again, yesterday it had started to tickle the back of his neck, but now, that end had grown slightly longer, and his hair at the front now similar to bangs, with a few longer strands starting to frame his cheeks. The professor wasn’t lying, he had very clearly lost most of the fat that rounded up his body a bit before hand. He brought a hand to his stomach, and gave it a poke. There was some resistance now, the resistance that came from some strong muscles underneath his skin. That was definitely new.
Despite him slimming down at his stomach, there were some other areas that had seemingly received the fat that his stomach had lost. He put his to his hips, and he could see that there were a little wider. His torso used to be two parallel lines, but he could definitely see a small dip in the waist at this point. Moving his hand to his butt, it had also definitely received some of the fat, growing slightly larger, but again, he could also feel the muscle in it. He was staring to receive the body of the athlete, but it didn’t look quite right.
As he continued to explore the body with his hands, one of his fingers brushed lightly against one of his nipples, and it sent a jolt through his nervous system. They were definitely not that sensitive before. He gave it another experimental poke, and got the same result. It was definitely more prominent now.
He gave all the changes a thought over as he examined his body in full in the mirror. The wider hips and butt, the slightly longer hair, the fact that he had apparently gotten even shorter, the sensitive nipples. Aaron wasn’t a biology student by any means, but he was starting to connect the dots.
He thinks he’s turning into a woman.
Aaron.
He ignored the voice in his head. That must be the reason, Cora is the one doing this to him. It was her fault. It can’t be anyone else’s, why else would he suddenly be like this? She can turn his body into a woman after all? Why wouldn’t she be doing this?
Aaron, listen to me.
He blocked her out as best he could, he still couldn’t keep his eyes off his reflection. Almost as if he was hoping for it to change back. He wasn’t in love with his previous body, but it wasn’t like this was preferable at all.
Aaron.
He needed to find a way to get rid of Cora. If he could, maybe he could go back to normal. Sure the muscles felt good but maybe he was going breasts! What would Steph say? What would anyone say? He saw how bad people could treat trans women and maybe they would think he was one. He probably couldn’t take it.
Erin.
“DON’T Call me that!...Just…don’t call me that, that’s not my name.”
I know it isn’t your name.
Aaron took a few deep breathes, he needed to calm down, Cora could help him calm down too but he couldn’t help but think of Cora as a bit of an invasive force trying to steal his body. That was probably why he was changing, so Cora could take him over or something.
Quit your catastrophizing fucker. If ya just let me speak you would know that I’m not responsible for this.
“Then WHO ELSE COULD IT BE!” Before he knew it, Aaron found himself driving a fist at his bathroom mirror, causing it to crack, a few shards of glass grazing his hand in the process.
Calm down, please calm down. And let me explain myself please.
“Explain…now…I know the suit is changing me. Give me one good reason why I should even remotely consider using the suit again.”
Hey…the way we work as symbiotes as that, we work together as our host to tune the body that will benefit us both in the most optimal way. I help you by giving you strength and my powers, but, that’s not the only way. You can only do so much if your body isn’t compatible to-
“So you’re changing me to fit yourself as well. I knew it.”
It’s not my vision of it! Your powerful form is kind of is but I wouldn’t have given you such a girly outfit if you had objected to it within your mind. You were fine with me giving you that. I’m not changing you, whether it is your power form, or your regular form, into anything that your body objects to…or doesn’t want to.
“......What?....Cora, what are you talking about? What does that mean? Why would I want this?”
……..I spelt it out for you and you don’t even realise it yet. Let me ask you a question: think through your current changes, how do you really feel about them? Do you want me to get rid of them? If you are really against them, I can try to undo them if you want.
“No no no need to remove them….” Aaron’s response came out before he could even think about what he was saying. This confused him a little as well. Why wouldn’t he want to be normal again? Couldn’t he just be normal?
He let out a little groan, and shuffled over to his bed, and lay down on it. Covering his head with a pillow and wrapping himself up in the blanket. This was too much for him right now.
Hey…talk to me alright? I’m trying to help however I can.
“I know, just..not right now, Cora, not right now…” Aaron let himself lay there before he passed out from exhaustion. He could almost feel Cora’s tears on his brain stem, if anything though, those tears felt more like a wrench directly to the centre of his body. He had a lot more thinking to do.