Move to the Women's Room The New World of SwapTech chapter 7 by deleted_user

He made it out of the men's room and, without a second thought, went straight into the women’s. It was the only place he could think of to hide. He locked the stall door behind him and took a deep, shuddering breath. He had to call her back. He had to explain.

He dialed her number, his hands shaking. She picked up on the first ring.

"Jay? Are you okay?" she said, her voice filled with a raw, dawning terror.

"I'm in the women's bathroom," he said, his voice a low, desperate whisper.

"Oh, God," Brenda said, her voice trembling. "Oh, my God. I… I think I believe you. I don't know why, but… I do."

A wave of relief so powerful it made him weak in the knees washed over him. Someone believed him. Someone in this world of torment and humiliation knew the truth.

"Brenda, I'm a mess," he said, his voice cracking. "I'm in this stupid t-shirt, and I… I'm so scared."

"I know, honey," she said, her voice softening. "I know. Just stay on the phone with me. I'm going to call the police. I'm going to tell them what's going on. I’ll send a car for you."

"No!" he said, a jolt of panic going through him. "No police. They'll never believe me. They'll just lock me up. I can't. I just… I need to get home. I'll figure this out. I just… I need to know you believe me."

"I do, Jay," she said, her voice a whisper. "I do."

A knock on the stall door startled him. He instinctively recoiled, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Everything alright in there, honey?" a voice said, a deep, gravelly voice, but a woman's voice. "I saw you run in here from the men's room. You look like you've been through a lot."

Jay's blood ran cold. He couldn’t be seen. He couldn’t be found out. He couldn’t face another person, not like this.

"I… I'm fine," he said, his voice a pathetic squeak. "Just… I’m just a little shaken up."

"You don't sound fine," the voice said, the concern in it palpable. "A man tried to follow you in here, but I shooed him off. You want me to call the police? I got a few friends outside who'd be happy to show him the door."

Jay knew he had to talk to her. He couldn't hide forever. He unlocked the stall door, and with a final, desperate shudder, he walked out.

The woman was a giant, a burly, rugged woman with a face etched with the lines of a hard life. Her hair was a wild, graying mess, and she wore a flannel shirt and jeans that were caked with dirt. But her eyes were kind. They were the kindest eyes he had ever seen.

"You're a pretty little thing," she said, her voice gruff but gentle. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Jay didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her the truth. He just stood there, his new body trembling, his oversized t-shirt hanging on him like a shroud.

"I… I'm a trucker," he said, his voice a pathetic squeak.

The woman laughed, a low, rumbling sound. "A trucker? Honey, you've got the build of a runway model. What's a girl like you doing behind the wheel of a rig?"

Jay just stared at her, his new eyes welling up with tears. He was a man. He was Jay Robinson. He was a trucker. But he was trapped in this body. He was trapped.

The woman's eyes softened. She took a step closer, and in the dim light of the bathroom, she saw his eyes, his new, jade-green eyes, and the sheer terror in them. She saw the oversized shirt, the mussed hair.

"Oh, honey," she said, her voice a low whisper. "Oh, honey." She didn't ask what was wrong. She didn't ask who he was. She just reached out and, in a gesture of pure, unadulterated kindness, she put her arm around him. "Let's get you cleaned up. Let's get you a fresh shirt. We'll figure this out."

Jay just stood there, his body trembling with a mix of fear and relief. He was a man, a man trapped in a woman's body, and in the women's bathroom, for the first time in a day, he felt a flicker of hope. He wasn't alone. He was a trucker. He was a man. But he was also a woman, and he was in the company of a woman who seemed to understand. He was no longer alone in this nightmare.