Stella Rogers: Reincarnated as Female Captain America

STELLA'S POV—

Two weeks have passed since the agreement. During that time, nothing prominent happened except, for the fact that I suggested Donald to give his servants vacation till this issue of kronans is resolved. Also, in these two weeks, I have been training myself physically. It's not much, but it's the least I can do for now.

My relationship with Donald has also been improving. Now, we are somewhat more civil with each other.

Currently, I was walking towards Donald's room. Standing at the door, I knocked on it but he didn't reply. I knocked again and shouted, "It's me! Open the door." But still, he didn't reply. Not getting any reply, I knocked one more and shouted, "Oi! If you aren't opening the door then I would come in, I am warning you." Once again, he didn't reply.

Frustrated, I opened the door and got into the room. As soon as I entered his room, I saw him shirtless. The view shocked me completely. He had fucking abs in his body. How the fuck he has abs? Seeing me, he hissed, "Can't you wait for even a second? I was just changing," I wasn't hearing anything as I was fully focused on his abs, "Wait, where are you looking—"

Seeing me unfocused, he tracked my line to vision to find where I was looking. He found me looking at his abs. His face turned red. I don't whether it's due to anger or shame. He quickly wore a t-shirt and accused, "What the fuck are you looking at me for?"

I could feel my face heat up from his accusation. I stuttered, "T-that's, n-not it. I-I am l-looking... er, n-not looking a-at y-you're a-abs." Fuck! I cursed myself for my stuttering. Now, he would totally not believe me.

Shaking his head, he yelled, "Yeah? Then, why are stuttering like a stammerer? Are you a stammerer? Even if you are pretty, I mean insanely pretty, I won't—"

"Wait! What did you call me?" I interrupted him. Now, it's time for me to ask him questions.

Donald denied, "I didn't call you anything."

"You called me 'pretty.' No, your exact words were, 'pretty, I mean insanely pretty.' Ain't I right?"

"Get out," whispered Donald.

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Get out!" This time Donald exclaimed loudly. Thinking for a second, I didn't say anything and got out of the room.

I am puzzled, very-very puzzled. Why the fuck I was reacting like this? It was just abs, nothing more. I had those in my past life. Is this the side-effect of transmigrating in a woman's body? Is that it? I know I like women but, do I like men too?

Nope, it shouldn't be the case, right? Maybe it's just the hormones. I am sure it would pass soon. Then again, Donald is handsome too. Realizing what I just thought, I frantically shook my head in order to get that thought out of my mind.

Suddenly, another thought emerged in my mind. Am I straight? Or am I bent? I like women. Although, I am unsure about the men. I was a man once but now; I am a woman now. Argh, it's so confusing. Let's just settle on straight and bent at the same time. It shouldn't be my main concern.

Sitting on the couch, I looked at Kryon. In these two weeks, I ignored Kryon completely. Looking at him now, I was a tad curious about Kryon's world. I removed the torn jacket from his mouth.

He coughed and started to pant. He stammered, "W-what d-do you want n-now?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I don't want anything from you. I was just curious about your world. So, I wanted to ask you some questions."

Hearing my words, he scoffed, "Are you shameless? After what you did with me, did you really think that I would answer any of your questions?"

Rubbing my nose, I shook my head. I said, "No, but a human can hope, right? Ok, bye then. It's time for you to switch off." Saying that, I stuffed back the torn jacket in his mouth.

At the same moment, Donald came. He was walking with a cane.

Wait a second. A cane? Ignoring my shocked reaction, he came and took a seat on the couch. I asked, "You can walk without the help of crunches?"

He looked directly looked into my eyes for a second and then, averted his eyes. He replied, "Yes, I can walk but instead I need a cane."

"But I thought you—"

"I use crunches most of the time but, only my one leg is disabled not the other. So, I use cane sometimes. Using crunches is easy then, using cane," interrupted Donald.

"Then, why are you—"

"Stop asking idiotic questions. It's my choice, isn't it?" Donald stood up from the couch, "let's go out."

Saying this, he started walking away. After that room incident, he has become a bit aggressive. Fuck! Why wasn't I able to say anything to him? Am I feeling guilty for seeing him naked or something? Argh! Whatever this is, forget it. He is my employer, and I am his employee. So, for now, I would ignore this. But I would definitely settle this with Donald, when the situation is suitable. For now, let's go out and see what Donald wants.