The intervening days passed in an absolute blur. I tried going for hikes, hoping that would soothe my brain in the same way that mountain biking used to, but it didn't help. Gwendolyn had sent me at least one selfie a day, usually right after she finished getting herself off, clothing quite optional, as she helpfully checked if I was living up to my end of the bargain. So unfair, her getting to orgasm while I was forbidden from touching myself.
I got so little coding done that I was tempted to just email Frank and tell him to yank the contract, but I still held out a vain hope that I could pull a miracle out of my ass. Luckily, my day started off with an immediate improvement, my phone ringing. I glanced at it, surprised to see "Bend Cycle Shop" on the caller ID and answered it.
"Hello?" I still wasn't sure how to answer the phone in this body, but nothing wrong with the classics.
"Hey, is this Tiffany? This is Greg from Bend Cycle Shop, I helped you custom-order the Stumpjumper?"
Oh my god, was it in? WAS IT IN? "Is it in?" I squealed with delight. Okay, who's taken over my body again? Who the fuck squeals like that? Oh, right. I do. Apparently that's my thing now.
Greg gave a friendly chuckle, taking his time replying, "Yep, it sure is. Black Magic just dropped it off about ten minutes ago, and wow - it's a beauty. I'm tempted to give her a ride myself."
I scoffed, "Not on your life, nobody rides her but me." Fuck, that sounded dirty. Well, look, I had sex on the brain a LOT right about now.
"No promises, I'm not sure I can keep my fingers off her. The curves, so smooth..." he trailed off and I laughed, amused he was playing along with the innuendo.
"Well, I'll be over shortly, but if you can keep your fingers off her until then, I might give you a ride." Oh my god, did I just say that? WHAT? No, eww...
Greg coughed awkwardly and I had a mental vision of him adjusting his pants once more. I bit my lip, unsure how I felt about that, but suddenly squirming again. Gwendolyn, I really need to fucking cum. This isn't funny anymore.
"Ah, yeah, anyway. Be there soon. Thanks, Greg." I hung up before he managed a reply. My face was beet red with embarrassment, I did not just promise him sex if he could keep his hands off my bike, right? There was definitely a less bad way to take that sentence. Groaning, I slid into the front seat of the van, pulling down the privacy screens as I drove over to Bend Cycle Shop. While I drove, I did a quick inventory of my attire: sports bra, thank god. I'd learned my lesson on that one over the last few days about skipping bras. Too many people staring at my nipples resulted in way too many cold showers. Leggings, and an off-the-shoulder crop top tee hanging loosely. Yeah, this would work for a quick test ride around the shop's parking lot.
I pulled into the parking lot, bouncing down from the tall van and into the store like a tiny wrecking ball. Greg saw me as I approached and turned, pointing to the bike sitting on a stand in the center of the store. "I kept my fingers off her," he teased with a broad smile.
I shook my head, laughing, as I walked around the new bike. The purple was SOO good, the metallic sheen almost glowed under the lights, sparkling as it caught each one. The wheels turned as if greased with butter, it was perfect. I turned to Greg, "Can I take her for a ride? Please?"
Chuckling, he shrugged, "It's your bike, but I put some flats on just so you could take it on a quick test ride if you wanted. Although I'll be honest, I wish I had someone who stared at me with even half as much lust as you're pouring out looking at that bike. Let me know when you're done and I can swap the clipless on for you." Choosing to ignore the comment, I wheeled her out of the store, hopping on and immediately riding around the parking lot.
Immediately, I noticed differences. Not so much in the bike, although dropping down several sizes was bound to cause some issues. The differences were in me. My new body responded much differently to the bike than the old one did, my weight distribution was all wrong, and I knew it was going to take a little time to get into the swing of things. After about five minutes, I felt confident enough to hop off and walk back in, a broad smile on my face.
"Verdict?" Greg knew already, just looking at me, but made me say it anyway.
"AMAZING," I gushed. "Thank you so much for helping put together the rush order. I owe you big."
Greg smiled, pulling one more item out from behind the counter, "Well, if you're going to owe me, you might as well owe me for this, too." I took the object, glancing down at it. It looked to be a custom-made chest protector from a local shop as I realized with a start that I'd forgotten to follow up on that. Flipping it over, there was a small note saying it was sized for a 38DD bust with a smiley face. I blushed, glancing up to meet his eyes.
"This is the best day ever," I said and hugged him tight, my head resting on his pecs as my boobs smashed into him and he awkwardly patted my back.
"Just another happy customer," he joked to a female coworker walking by who rolled her eyes at me. I straightened slightly, almost ready to hiss at her. Excuse me, bitch. I was just giving him a hug to thank him, that's all. Woah, Tim. Easy there.
We walked over to the register and Greg handed me the rest of the paperwork to sign, helping me fill out the warranty paperwork for Specialized, as I put down my P.O. Box that I never checked as the address. I had opened one in Denver a few years back and had a service that literally just opened the mail for me, emailing me if anything useful came in. Spoiler alert: nothing ever did.
One last hug, that might have lingered a little too long, and I wheeled the bike back out to the parking lot, opening the back of the van and sliding out the special compartment that stored my old bike. Luckily, I'd thrown away all of the scrap in one of the shopping district's dumpsters a few days ago, so my new baby had a perfectly clean place to rest. I gently stroked the purple paintwork, imagining it was Gwendolyn's thigh, and shit, I need a cold shower again. Three days of celibacy and I'm practically humping a carbon fiber bike tube. I took a photo of it resting in the drawer, I had a bike again! It was time to go riding! Maybe that way I won't think about sex so much.
I hopped back in, bringing up a search for beginner to intermediate level trails in the area, finding several that I hadn't done before (because really, why in the world would I do such lame trails a week ago?), and set up the GPS to take me to the nearest one. I sent Gwendolyn a text message letting her know my bike arrived and I was going to take it on a quick spin, but that I'd be back with plenty of time for our date. I also sent her a picture of my excited face with a huge goofy thumbs up and then a picture of the bike. Just in case she forgot what I looked like. Look, it's been a long week.