Chapter 4: Locker Room Lessons

Chapter 4: Locker Room Lessons

Waking with a jolt, I found myself tangled in sheets that felt too big for the bed. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I sat up, heart pounding in a rhythm that echoed the throbbing confusion in my head. The realization hit me again like cold water, this wasn’t a dream. I was living in a reverse world.

“Okay, Jason, breathe,” I muttered to myself, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My room looked similar, yet far more clean. The bed was even made when I came in last night.

‘Other Jason seems annoying.’ I voice my insecurity to myself as someone staunchly in the hates making their bed, camp.

I grabbed my phone, fingers tapping with wild abandon as I searched for answers. “Gender ratio” yielded results that made my mouth go dry. ‘Women Now Outnumber Men 3:1 in growing gender disparity.’ An older headline screamed. A thrill coursed through me, a giddy rush of possibilities that tickled the edges of my thoughts. Three to one? That was insane! A grin spread across my face. If this was my new reality, then I’d just hit the societal jackpot.

But then, the smile faded, and rationality crept in, whispering sober truths into the frenzy. I was 18, a barely legal adult, and my mind was a library of reverse-gender chastity books, each more fantastical than the last. I’ve read countless in my life before this. They painted a world where men were precious, protected, and cherished. Where harems were common, and love was a game played on a skewed board.

But there are rules. Being a slut is usually a bad thing unless this is a smut-hentai-like world.

‘Also, more than one girlfriend sounds fucking exhausting.’

“Come on, Parker,” I chided myself, shaking my head. “Think.”

There was something deeper I craved beyond the superficial harem fantasy. A connection intense and all-consuming. A yandere. The word sent shivers down my spine, conjuring images of fierce dedication and possessive love. It was a dark craving, one that others might not understand, but it was mine.

‘Where is my Yuno Gasai. Is she in this world?’

In a world where women wielded strength like second nature and men were sought after for their gentleness, I had a shot, a real shot if I played my cards right. My heart hammered at the thought. All I needed was to find her, that one woman who would see me not just as a prize to be won but as someone to be obsessed over, someone whose very existence would become her sole focus.

‘Someone who will lock me away and eat the key as we fuck until my dick falls off.’ My eyes became as manic as a yandere’s.

‘Imagine a rich busty yandere?’

“No, Jason!” I pull myself together. “We mustn’t be picky.”

***

As Brooke waved good bye to me with a bit of fear in her eyes I shut her car door. I stepped onto the curb, my backpack slung over one shoulder. I’d barely taken a breath when Justine’s voice cut through the morning air, tinged with an unmistakable undercurrent of concern.

“Hey, Jason!” she called out, her long black hair glinting like a raven’s wing under the sun. She was a mirror image of Justin, from her leather jacket right down to the skeptical arch of her brow. It was uncanny how much this world had changed, yet how some things, some people, remained familiar. “You good?”

“Hey, Just.....ine,” I replied, forcing a smile to quell her worry. “I’m alright, really.”

She eyed me with the intensity of someone piecing together a puzzle, her concern not easily brushed aside. “You sure? The way you said my name was really weird.”

“Nothing a good day at school won’t fix,” I said with more cheer than I felt.

‘She is literally just Justin with long hair and a higher-pitched voice.’

Justine wasn’t convinced, but she let it slide, falling into step beside me.

“Mind telling me what happened with Eliot?” she prodded gently, navigating us through clusters of students. Her voice held a note of genuine curiosity.

“I got assaulted,” I said curtly. It was true, but how do I explain to her I’m more frustrated that I didn’t bust than being assaulted in this world. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” Justine’s eyes flashed with a protective fire, but she respected my words, nodding solemnly.

We were almost at our classroom when a decision had to be made. “I gotta hit the bathroom real quick,” I told Justine, halting mid-stride.

‘I can’t tell if I have to piss, so I might as well try.’

“Sure,” she said, her tone back to its usual lightness. I nodded gratefully, watching her stride away before diverting towards the restrooms. My mind wandered.

‘I wonder if she’s still obsessed with Michelle Obama?’

The hallway’s fluorescent lights flickered as I turned the corner, my steps slowing to a stop in front of the bathroom door. Just as I reached for the handle, a firm grip encircled my wrist.

‘What’s the equivalent here. Some feisty girl asks out the local bully? But the bully did save her from being raped. Wait, that just sounds like one of Brooke’s old romance novels.’ My resolve hardened.

“Listen here, little puppy,” Erica growled, her voice low and dangerous. “You need to learn when not to joke around. Someone dumber than me might not take a joke like that so well.”

Her words were a warning, a reminder of the power she held over me. But even as fear prickled along my skin, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was the kind of intensity I craved, the kind of all-consuming passion that I had only ever dreamed of.

‘I want this girl to lock me up. I want her to threaten me. I want her to beat the shit out of another girl for just looking at me funny.’ I slowly melted away into a puddle of desire.

‘We gotta close this deal, Jason.’ I thought to myself.

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out steadier than I felt as I met her gaze head-on. “I’m not joking, Erica. I want to go out with you.”

Erica snorted, a sound of disbelief and amusement. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly around my throat, a subtle reminder of who was in control. “Do you really think you can handle a girl like me? I might even devour you whole puppy.”

I hear that nickname again. I wince a little because I don’t love it, but I put that aside for now to process her words. It took all of two seconds to come to a decision.

“I want to at least try.” I smiled genuinely, her hand on my throat, making it nearly impossible not to blush.

Erica’s lips curled into a smirk, a dangerous glint in her eye as she leaned in closer. Her breath ghosted across my ear, sending a chill down my spine as she whispered, “Be careful what you wish for, little puppy.”

Erica’s smirk grew into a wicked grin as she noticed my deep crimson blush. Her eyes never left mine as she leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against mine tentatively at first, testing the waters. The soft pressure sent tingles of anticipation coursing through me, and I leaned into her without hesitation.

I felt pulses of excitement as Erica’s lips brushed against mine, her tongue darting out to explore the depths of our kiss. The heat emanating from her body enveloped me, making my heart race and my breath come quicker.

Her grip on my throat tightened ever so slightly, reminding me who was in control. It was intoxicating, this feeling of powerlessness mixed with desire. This was everything I had been craving since waking up in this twisted world. My hands reached up to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. Her taste explored me, teasing and sampling me as if she were trying to figure out what kind of flavor I was. I shuddered at her touch, losing myself in the moment.

The sound of her friend’s breath echoed in my ears as we broke apart for air, Nikki gasping softly while Tara just stared at us slack-jawed. “Well then,” Erica growled, a smirk spreading across her face. “You better get ready for the ride of your life.” She pulled me closer again, nipping lightly at my bottom lip before stalking off towards the exit.

My heart pounded in my chest as I followed Erica out of the locker room, my mind still reeling from the intense kiss we had just shared. Her confident stride and the sway of her hips mesmerized me, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the power she exuded with every step.

As we emerged into the hallway, Tara and Nikki flanked us on either side, their expressions a mix of shock and awe. I could feel their eyes on me, studying me with a newfound interest that made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Erica suddenly stopped and turned to face me, her piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. “Give me your phone,” she demanded, holding out her hand expectantly.

I fumbled in my pocket, my fingers trembling slightly as I retrieved my phone and placed it in her waiting palm.

“What is your password?” She looked at me with curious eyes.

“Fuck wait...” I responded, remembering my dumb password.

“What, you’re too good to give it to me?” She barked at me.

I looked embarrassed. “No,” I whispered. “It’s five-five-five-five.”

She stared at me like I was a moron. Then she shifted her focus to my phone. She tapped away at the screen for a moment before handing it back to me with a smirk. “There. Now you have my number.” She paused. “And I like your Corgi with Pant’s wallpaper.”

Tara and Nikki exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. “We’ll catch you later, Erica,” Tara said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. “Have fun with your new toy.”

They sauntered off down the hallway, their laughter echoing in their wake. I watched them go, my cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

Erica’s gaze softened slightly as she turned back to me, her voice low and almost gentle. “Meet me after school,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We need to have a talk before we make this official.”

I blinked in surprise, my brow furrowing in confusion. “A talk? About what?”

Erica shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Nothing bad. Just be there.”

‘What could she possibly want to talk about? Was she having second thoughts already?’ I thought as I walked back to class.