Her Eyes
BY J. R. KRUZE
I.I LOOKED INTO HER EYES and my soul was gone.
Like I never existed in my own body. Or more like I had a different one, now.
I could feel her arms, her legs, the silky smoothness of where she shaved and where she didn't. Medium height, brown hair, blue eyes - I knew these from looking at her from the outside. But from the inside out, your eyes didn't have color, your hair only showed in a mirror or when you grew it long enough to pull out in front where you could see it. And you hardly felt hair growing where it shouldn't unless you felt it for yourself.
I put my new hands around and over my new body to feel the textures, the curves. Alabaster white skin, like I'd never been out in the sun. A smooth rump, going up past dimples into a curved indent above the spi
