As he whisks the eggs, he’ll flex the muscles of his forearm. He’ll talk to me about baseball or the stock market, but he’ll speak slowly and use his husky, morning voice, the one that makes me press my thighs together and shiver. He’ll look over at me just before putting the egg mixture into the frying pan and say something funny. He won’t laugh aloud, because he never does, but he will smile. A jolt of a smile that touches me to my core. I’ll inch forward from my seat atop the counter and open my legs, just enough to summon Rick toward me. He’ll hesitate before setting the bowl down and turning the flame off, because he likes making me wait, likes to see how long I can go before I’ll squirm. He’ll lean against the counter, one foot crossed over the other, causing the gap between his pajamas and his skin to widen. And just as the stirring between my thighs turns into a cruel, slow burn, Rick will slowly walk toward me. He’ll reach with both hands and cradle my face, the pungent. "I told you I don't want to see you any more, and you haven't said a damn thing!" "I- I'm not-" Freddie couldn't control his emotions any longer. Tears started rolling down his now female cheeks as his vision began to blur. "You're not what? Not happy? Do you think that -I- care if you are happy? I don't want to see you ever again! Now get out of my sight!" "What?!" Freddie could feel his heart sinking; he was losing a battle and didn't even know what side he was on or how to even react. 'How could anyone be so cruel?!' he thought. His knees felt weak. He was most scared of why he was reacting the way he was. 'Was it because I was suddenly turned into this girl? Or because I am her while she was being hurt...' 'While she was being hurt...' Those words bounced in his mind repeatedly for a mere second before an idea began to form. Is this her way at getting back at me? Is that her, Lita, in -my- body doing this to me? "Didn't you hear me?" Whoever was in Freddie's former body, they.
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