Chapter 3
The train rattled along, and as Josh had chosen to huddle against the wall, it jostled him as it went. The vibrating movement lulled him a little and, during the ten-minute journey, his mind drifted.
He'd always considered women beneath him. His superior size, God-given strength, and smarter brain all conspired to seal his place, and by extension, their fate as inferior beings on the natural pecking order. Furthermore, women were heartless, following only their base instincts and showing no sign of higher thought. They were like insects: vicious at heart but ultimately insignificant.
He wouldn't remain a woman for long! It was intolerable to be kicked down the pecking order like this; like he'd been dunked in diarrhea. He was tainted. He would wait it out for as long as it took to return to his natural state. It would happen.
It had to. Life couldn't be that cruel!
His mind was just beginning to slip into the realisation that now he *was* one of the vile creatures, even if only for a short while (and therefore, what did he want to do while he was so cursed? He obviously wasn't going to try and fuck a Chad, or a beta, so what did that leave him to do?) when out of nowhere, he began to feel horny.
It wasn't like getting horny as a guy. It wasn't a buried-beneath-an-avalanche kind of feeling, all pressure and anger and urgency, where he found himself looking around for a bitch to fuck. It was weaker, for a start, and it felt more... internal, somehow.
He couldn't figure out where it had come from. There was nobody around who could have teased him into this state. Nobody - definitely not a Chad - had walked past. Aside from an old couple at the other end of the carriage who he could just barely see from his semi-slumped position, he was alone in the carriage.
Then, as he sat up a little straighter and pressed his lower back against the seat, he recognised that it was the train's rattling that was setting it off. It vibrated his lower belly deliciously. Josh became very still as he paid attention to the feeling. He'd never given it much thought, what it was like for girls, but to feel horny without pressure was weird. The feeling pulsed freely out, like heat coming out from the sun, rather than becoming pressurised and needing to be released.
That was weird.
Josh didn't get any more time to wonder about that because then, the train pulled into the town centre station. He got up and left the carriage, and the cool air hit him as he stepped outdoors. He stood still and tried to regain the sensation, but it had completely disappeared.
He faltered, regretting that the feeling had gone, and left the station.
Josh kept his eyes on the ground as he walked along, determined not to encourage any guys into taking an interest in him. As he got nearer to the mall and he found himself among more people, he put his hands in his pockets out of habit. It closed him in on himself more, which made him feel a tiny bit better.
He went into the mall, treading on the fake-marble tiles and passing by the familiar stores. Normally he would have got a burger and hung about on the mall seats, or gone into the gaming store, but it was too early to eat and he figured he'd get recognised in the store. It didn't leave him very much to do, and he began to regret coming.
This was a place for femoids: the number of female clothing stores was unreal. Did the shallow creatures buy or think about nothing else?
He reluctantly shuffled to a stop outside one of the detestable stores. What *was* he supposed to do? He wasn't going to go inside, that was for sure! From this safe distance, he glared disparagingly at the closest offerings: a rack of tight yellow skirts, black tops with big flowers on, studded grey jeans...
A store assistant caught him looking and smiled at him.
He scowled and pretended to gag. Femoids had never actually made him nauseus but he'd taught himself to gag when he saw them, when he particularly wanted to get the message across. The assistant's smile dropped and she looked searchingly at him for a second, and then Josh stormed off.
Fucking Stacey.
He decided to get out of the femoid-centric mall and out into the streets instead. He strode fast to get out of there and, once he got outside, walked on to the park so that he could sit on a bench for a while.
He found an empty bench in the shade of a tree and plonked down onto it, sitting forward, his head in his hands. "Fuck!" he groaned. "Fucking, shitting, FUCK!" Almost crying at the unfairness of it, he stayed in that position a while, blinding himself with the palms of his hands, cramped up so that breathing was hard, his heartbeat light, fast and agitated.
Eventually one of the normies walking by stopped. He sensed them but didn't move. "Are you all right?" asked a female voice.
He wouldn't look up. He wouldn't! "Headache," he lied to get rid of her.
She put something heavy on the bench next to him - her handbag, he assumed - and rooted around in it. "Do you want a paracetomol?"
The question caught Josh off-guard. He lifted his head. "What?" Then he remembered himself and gave her an angry look. "No!"
Their eyes met. She was Asian, maybe Indian, with long black hair, very smooth skin and big, startled eyes. She flinched back, and paused. "Never mind," she said sheepishly. Then she picked up her bag an walked off.
He stared at her back as she walked out of the park, looking back at him once with a worried expression, and then went out of sight. Then he folded his arms, brought his feet up onto the bench, and stared across the small park at the traffic beyond the railings.
What a bitch!
...Offering him medicine like that.
Shitty and weird of her....
What was she pretending to be nice for? What was the reason? What had she wanted from him?
It didn't make sense. Females didn't make sense.
Normally he would have felt angry at a female's behaviour, but this one was just too plain confusing for him to work out. It was obviously a heinous move of some kind, but he couldn't figure it out.
After several minutes of trying to figure out how she could have fucked him over by giving him a pain killer, he was no closer to an answer. He just felt empty.
He got up to wander around aimlessly while he figured out what to do next. What if he went to the Apple store? Femoids had no place there, so Josh knew he wouldn't be welcome, even if the betas and Chads who worked there pretended to welcome them when they intruded on that most sacred of male, technological spaces.
What if he went to a guy's clothing store? It would be full of Chads. He didn't want to go anywhere near those assholes.
He half-decided to go to the stationary store instead, because at least it wasn't too much of a Stacey or a Chad place. It would probably be full of landwhales and betacucks, but it was slightly better than the alternative.
