The Mind Flip

I went over and picked up the heavy item in my hand: a thick diamond, in what was certainly a setting of real gold. I nearly put it down again, deciding that it was too rich for my blood, but on a whim -- noticing the careless way it was thrust in with the other cheap jewellery -- I took it back to the front counter with a couple of other, cheaper pieces.

"How much for these three?" I asked the man now stood behind the desk, reading a newspaper through half-moon glasses, over which he now looked at me.

"A fiver, mate."

Certain I was onto something, I quickly handed over the note and stuffed the jewels into my pocket before he could examine them more closely, and nearly ran from the shop. Outside it was still raining. I ducked under an arch and took out my new purchase.

It shone in the moist evening air. I untangled the gold chain from the other bits of crap and hung my prize about my neck, leaving it to hang on top of my coat before stuffing it down into my shirt. Who knew where it had been -- but I knew I needed it close to my skin. My heart beat perceptably faster as I let it brush my chest, but after a few seconds it subsided, and I savoured the weight of it. Deciding I couldn't hang around there forever, and feeling quite light headed at my coup, I left the arch and set off for home.

It was a long walk, nearly an hour, from the northern part of the city, and as I walked through the miserable weather my thoughts left the pendant and turned back to my earlier fantasies. I was confused by what I felt: was it wrong, or not, to think of Joe or another man making love to me, in the guise of a woman? What did it mean? Would I even make a good woman? I wasn't tall or muscular like Joe, but I certainly wasn't petite or feminine either. I do yoga, but I'm not all that fit, and I prefer to keep a beard -- crossdressing wasn't even an option. I'd stick to being straight.

Nearing our house, I spotted Joe's girlfriend crossing the road a few hundred meters ahead of me. She was talking on the phone and hadn't spotted me. I admired her perfect body, her wavy blonde hair, her cute little bubble-ass pushing out against the material of her little shorts. The thought popped into my head as it had many times before, "God, I wish I could fuck her...