They managed to reach his shitty little apartment complex without any more incidents, aside from the occasional soldier girl stopping to stare at billboards.

  And it was shitty and little.

  A two-storey building shaped in a U with the access to each apartment being either a catwalk that lined the inner part or the ground floor. He had lucked out with his. Being on the second storey ensured that it wasn't as big of a target for thieves or vandals as his neighbors on the first.

  The shitty and little part came in that the whole complex was actually a motel converted into apartments and that meant that each one was barely big enough for two people let alone the party that was tailing him.

  The walls of his apartment were about as thin as you could get while barely remaining within code. And he was sure there was an on-going turf war between the mice and the cockroaches.

  But, for all of its downsides it made up for the fact that it was both cheap, didn't require him to have an ID, and was close to Winslow, which was a requirement made by his ndlord. Said ndlord could also be viewed as a pro as she was rather nice and nice to look at and lived right next to his apartment.

  As he got to his door and started to fiddle with the lock, his companions continued chatting with each other, creating quite a bit of noise for the te evening.

  "Did you see that poster back there? I've seen fppers with more modesty than her!"

  "Have you seen those cars? I’d sure love to take a spin down Main Street in one of those!"

  "I don't know about you, but I'd sure like to sample some of those foreign spirits."

  They kept chatting about this or that that they saw, and they were becoming louder and louder as James desperately tried to work the lock. It's always been finicky, but the added stress of being caught out and the adrenaline crash was making it harder and harder.

  James finally got the door unlocked but just as he went to open it, his neighbor's door flung open.

  "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT RACKET!" His ndlord shouted out as she stomped through the threshold.

  Her charcoal hair was done up in a very sloppy bun. Snted hazel eyes stared at his group unamused. A toothpick banced precariously as her tongue agitated it from behind curled lips.

  She was rocking a dangerously loose white tank-top revealing that she was very much braless while loose grey pajama bottoms did nothing to hide her ass.

  Despite her age, she was still very much a looker, even if at the moment she put as much effort into her looks as the BBPD did to investigate hate crimes.

  Her abrupt and loud demand silenced the soldiers as they turned to stare at her like deer in headlights.

  Her eyes squinted as nobody responded.

  "Well? What the fuck you lot doing around here at this time of night?! And what the fuck do you think you're doing breaking into my tenant's apartment?!"

  She leveled an aluminum bat at James, a bat he could have sworn she didn't have on her.

  None of the marines had their rifles in a combat stance so it must have looked like they were props in the dying mp light.

  James felt confused, maybe it was the poor lighting. He let go of the doorknob and walked up to his ndlord tilting his head.

  "It's me, Ms. Lee, James." He motioned to the women behind him. "These are some of my new friends I met today. They're a bunch of hardcore reenactors."

  Ms. Lee's eyes widened a bit at his decration before squinting even harder, giving him a once over. "Well, James. I didn't know you were into this sort of thing, but I guess I should have seen it beforehand." James was even more confused as she used her open hand to gesture at his self, her voice sounded a tinge disappointed.

  "What with how you are normally so... so girly. Is this why you ran from home? Parents never accept your hobby?" She stooped down and used her bat to nudge James' chest, and it was only then did he notice how far out it protruded, which was a cause for his growing concern. "I can admit you do look rather cute like this, but were the fake boobs necessary? I'm sure you'd look just as feminine without 'em." Ms. Lee swirled her bat's tip on James' chest, rolling his now incredibly sensitive nipple underneath. He gasped at the sensation and batted the thing away, covering his now rge assets. "What? NO!"

  Ms. Lee took the defense in stride as she straightened her back and used the aluminum bat to point at the rest. "So, are they also like you? Is that how you all met? Went to some sort of club for people who dress up like 'soldiers'? I can understand it, what with the E88 not taking kindly to that sort of dress up. Bet you all have to keep your meetings on the downlow."

  She smirked as if she just found the juiciest bit of gossip to tease him with. James tried to process her comments as he started to panic and rapidly look from his bountiful chest to her and back again. He kept on letting out stammers as he tried to expin to Ms. Lee.

  "They're... They're real!!"

  James finally forced his way through his embarrassment and his confusion to the surprise of Ms. Lee. She Physically recoiled from the news and stared mouth agape at James.

  "You...you're a girl? I thought you were a guy." The arm holding her bat slumped as she pointed a finger at James.

  James clenched his small smooth fists as he avoided looking at her. "I-I am a guy. Bu-but!.." He slumped his now narrow shoulders as he looked up to her. "Look, can we talk about this inside? Please?" James looked around at the open area, clearly worried about the potential to be overheard.

  She sighed at his distressed look. She gave a small smile as she motioned to her open apartment. "Alright you girls, inside!"

  -

  This was the first time James had ever been inside Ms. Lee's apartment. The whole room was turned into a living room and despite the missing double beds it was a cramped fit for him and his companions. An accordion separator made up half of the adjoining wall to the neighboring apartment revealing that was where she made her own bedroom as well as a undry basket with her bck cy bra and panties on top of the pile.

  He had honestly no idea that the adjacent apartment was even occupied as he had never seen the door being opened, nor seen any package dropped off to it. James did find it odd that Ms. Lee chose to live in one of her tiny apartments, but he really had no free time to question it as he had to not only work but also go to school and complete his studying and homework for said school.

  He sat next to Ms. Lee on the couch, her arm wrapped around his shoulder in a side hug, her rge breast pressed against him. The girls were obsessing over the ft screen television, a te-night talk show muted on screen.

  James had just finished expining how he ended up with a group of soldiers following him. Of why he was so te getting back from work and why he decided to take the alley to begin with.

  Ms. Lee rubbed his arm in a manner that reminded James of the times his own mother would do the same when he has a shit time at school. Back in his previous world. She pulled his head towards her chest as she went on to console him.

  She spoke softly onto his head, "It's okay James, you're safe now. From now on, I'll be picking you up from work and we can go buy groceries together. Okay?"

  James looked up to her, seeing her smiling face and eyes, and nodded with a small "Okay."

  She gave James a squeeze before pulling him away to look at him in the eyes. "Great. Now let's see if your power has an off switch. As much as you are absolutely adorable right now, so much so that I just want to dress you up in all sorts of outfits. I am sure you want to be a boy again."

  He nodded in embarrassment and got the marines' attention from the fancy newfangled technology.

  "Alright dies. I am going to see if I can bring you back the same way you came from, any objections?"

  One of the amazonian built machine gunners let out a dejected sigh while one of the normal riflewomen started to plead to stay and watch the "telefishin".

  James bobbed his head, "I'll make sure to call you guys back tomorrow before school, okay?"

  With no more disagreements he took the trench whistle in hand and blew.

  "FWEEEE!"

  Ms. Lee covered her ears from the whistle being blown in doors and closed her eyes as a fsh of light filled the enclosed space, painting everything white.

  As the echo died down, so too did the light.

  Gone were the seven armed and uniformed women and gone were James' female body. He was left healthy, but his "civilian" clothes were still torn, dirty, and smelly from the beating he endured.

  Ms. Lee quickly recoiled. "Phewee, you need to get out of those clothes!" She pulled him from her couch and quickly ushered him to the bathroom.

  James started to protest. "But Ms. Lee, I-I don't have a change of clothes!"

  She ignored his protests and shoved him in. A towel soon flew at his face before she closed the door.

  "You're not leaving till you get cleaned up!"

  He tried the door only to find it would not budge, then he got a whiff of his clothes.

  "Ewww."

  He definitely needed a shower.