Chapter 2 A Change of Clothes

Despite my unfulfilled intentions, I immediately let go of her feet. I did not want to look down on myself.

As soon as I put down Miss May’s feet and prepared to leave, I heard her saying something all of a sudden.

I thought Miss May felt it, so I stood up instantaneously. Only then did I notice that she was not awake. With her eyes still shut, she was mumbling something.

I leaned over right away and asked, “Miss May, what are you saying?”

Her words were difficult to understand, and her brows were furrowed, it seemed that she felt uncomfortable.

“Are you alright?”, I asked.

“Help… help me up…”

I was finally able to understand her indistinguishable words and reached out to help her up immediately.

It looked like she wanted to use the bathroom.

What was totally out of my expectation was when she gagged the moment I lifted her up. She had tried to hold back but, failing to do so, she threw up all over me!

The smell of alcohol and a strong smell of vomit pervaded the whole house right then.

I looked at her helplessly. She fell asleep right after throwing up.

I detest vomit. I feel uncomfortable once I get a whiff of the smell. Right this instant, I felt my stomach rumbling and headed straight to the bathroom. After puking a lot, my stomach finally took a rest.

I quickly took off my soiled clothes, tossed them into the laundry machine, took a shower, and then changed into my pajamas. This made me feel much better.

As I thought about it, I wondered, what about Miss May? Right at this moment, she was still lying in a puddle of filth. I should not leave her that way until dawn, right?

I plugged cotton in my nostrils before re-entering the “crisis scene”.

Not only did Miss May throw up over my body, but she had also puked all over hers. The bed was also, inevitably, soiled. Her vomit was all over the place.

It looked like she could no longer sleep here tonight. I decided to take her to my bedroom, while I would sleep on the couch by myself.

Even so, there was an unsolved problem before lifting her up. What should I do with her clothes?

With all her vomit on her clothes, besides soiling my bedsheet and blanket, most importantly, she would not sleep well if all of this kept her company tonight.

Then an extremely bold idea came into my mind, that was to change Miss May’s clothes!

As soon as the idea popped up, my brain immediately kicked off a vigorous scuffle over the idea.

It was as if two villains were fighting each other in my brain. One of them said, “Miss May is such a beautiful woman, how could you let her sleep with all this mess? No matter what the intention is, help her get changed.” The other one said, “Alright, alright.”

As the fiery battle in my mind ended, I decided to help Miss May get changed.

I found my own pajamas and set them aside. Then I started to undress her.

I was worried that she might suddenly awaken while I was halfway through undressing her. If that happened, she would probably see me as a hooligan who wanted to do something to her. With pajamas next to her, I felt more confident in doing so.

I quickly took off her dirty and wrinkled evening gown, then removed her stockings inch by inch. Her attractively plump figure appeared before my eyes again. Counting the time I saw her body as a kid, this was my third time witnessing her body. Her body was still glowing like an emerald under a jeweler’s lamp, making me drown in her beauty.

I could hardly find any words to describe her wonderful body, let alone any trace of flaws on her alluring figure. It was totally impeccable, and unconsciously, I was left utterly dumbfounded at that moment.

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The next morning, while I was still asleep on the couch, I got startled awake by a shocking shriek!

I soon discovered that the scream had come from my bedroom, and the one who had made the sound was Miss May.

What was the matter?

Without hesitation, I leaped off the couch and rushed to the bedroom as swift as an arrow, and accidentally bumped right into Miss May, who was also rushing out of the room.

Miss May’s face was in shock as she stared at me. Feeling anxious, she stuttered a little.

“Who...who...who are you? Why are you here?”

Apparently, she could not recognize me. It made sense since I was so small back then. Ten years had passed, and I had transitioned from a cheeky kid to a young man. My appearance had changed a lot, so it was reasonable for her to not recognize me.

“Miss May, don’t you recognize me?”, I said, “I’m James Johnson.”

Miss May was stunned for a while and she couldn’t seem to recall who I am. Her reaction was very disappointing.

In these ten years, her presence had occupied most parts of my life, but I was like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water in her life, barely leaving any trace at all.

“Purple Sun neighborhood, 302, do you still remember me?”, I mentioned my unit number in an attempt to evoke her memories.

It turned out this trick was useful. Just by looking at her eyes, I could sense that her brain was working hard to conjure up memories of me and make an overlap with the little boy that was holding a bowl back then.

“Oh, it’s you!”, her eyes lit up and she said in surprise, “How you’ve grown!”

I smiled and nodded. Luckily, she had not mentioned the incident last time.

To my dismay, I had made an early assumption. As soon as the thought came to mind, Miss May said, “You even peeped on me back then!”

I became extremely flustered as I traveled back in time to that embarrassing afternoon.

I hurriedly explained in earnest, “Miss May, it was a misunderstanding back then. Actually, I went to your house that day for ‒”

“Alright, alright,” Miss May interrupted me and said with a smile, “I’m just teasing you. It’s been so long. Do you think Miss May would have you sort out this matter from the past?

I took a closer look at her, her expression looked mild and relaxed, as if she was just mentioning a trivial matter from the past.

“Yesterday....how… did I end up at your place?”, Miss May did not forget to ask.

“You can’t remember anything at all?”, I asked.

Miss May scratched her head and said, “I didn’t drink that much alcohol. I’m not sure what happened, maybe I accidentally drank too much and can’t recall a single thing.”

“I ran into you at the bar entrance yesterday. You were drunk and unconscious, and a man was attempting to molest you. We stopped him right away. We didn’t know where you lived, so we had to bring you here first,” I explained, “You slept in that bedroom, and I slept in mine.”

She nodded, and I thought this whole thing was over. To my surprise, when she saw herself wearing men’s pajamas, she was taken aback.

“Did you put me in pajamas?”

“Yes,” I said. “You threw up on me and yourself last night. It was all over the bedsheet, so I helped you change into pajamas.”

I explained without hesitation while trying my best to look calm and serious.