(Evan Domski)
Evan sat in a contemplative mood after finishing his breakfast. It was now Wednesday, and he was still trapped in Emily's body. Still too early to head off to school for Emily's last exam, which he was having to write for her, he allowed his mind to drift over the events of the last several days.
For some reason his mind kept wanting to go back to that shopping spree mom had taken him on last Saturday, when his father was at the hospital.
It had all started out fairly normal, not counting of course that it had been his second day trapped in his sister's body. At first it had been uncomfortable for him, as you might expect. As the spree went on though, he had to admit that he had gotten way too into the whole spectre of trying on various outfits, enjoying being spoiled. Picking out clothes that were both classier and more elegant and womanly than what his sister would buy for herself had been fun in its own right. After all, when they got their bodies back, it would be him that would reap the reward.
At first though, it had started out with him having the perfect excuse to check out his sisters body in the store mirrors, as he tried on countless outfits, gradually becoming interested in finding outfits that he was dying to see her in. With his own eyes! As in, not using hers!
As the day went on though, he had noticed all the looks he got from other shoppers, and had even gotten a kick out of all the reactions.
He tried to fathom the reason why he had started to have so much fun with it, but it was an elusive thing that always seemed to squirm out of reach every time he bent his mind to it.
Worse than any of that though, was that afterwards his mother had taken him to a lingerie store, and far from being awkward about buying these kinds of things for Emily, he had found himself interested in the sheer variety, and allure of these kinds of underthings. To his horror, he had even been eager to get home and try some of them on. Him! He had been more than a little squeamish at wearing her underwear that first day, and there he was, eager to try on negligee's and garter belts and what have you! What on earth was going on in his head! Thankfully he had managed to squash that silliness down, and hadn't succumbed.
'Urgh! Until this morning anyway!'
The days since then hadn't given him much insight either. He had been far too busy since then to think much of it. Arriving home after that spree, he had been forced to sit at a family discussion about the house. They already had an offer from the open house, and it was big! As in $140,000 over asking, but the condition was on taking possession this Friday. It didn't leave them anywhere near enough time to find a place, but of course turning down such a generous offer was painful to contemplate, and so had sparked much debate.
In the end it was decided to take the offer. The extra money would more than pay for a few months in a hotel looking for a new place, and help out with the purchase of whatever they found.
So that had been his Saturday, gone without any time to talk to Emily. Sunday had been no better either. Studying for exams became the new mandate, and he had not been allowed any escape from that. Dido with Monday, with the exception of having to go and write Emily's first exam for her, while she wrote his. Thankfully they knew each others subject matter well enough that this wasn't a problem. It might hurt their scores slightly, but their grades were high enough that a slight drop on exams shouldn't hurt them.
Tuesday, or yesterday, they both had the same two exams and were able to simply write the others name, (or their real name) on their papers and hand them in together.
When they weren't studying, they had been enlisted to help pack everything up, and haul it away to a storage unit. So here he sat, in an almost empty house, his breakfast finished, waiting to go write Emily's last exam after which she would be writing his. And he hadn't hardly had the chance to say two words to her. Wednesday already! Tomorrow would be their last day in this house, and they would be taking off to the city. The big City of Toronto. Away from everything he knew, and most importantly, away from the museum with that artifact, still stuck in Emily's body.
He couldn't imagine that they would get any privacy stuck in a hotel, and had a very dim view of the future. In his now foul mood, for the hundredth time that morning since getting up and dressing he cursed his stupidity in dressing as he had.
Why oh why had he had such a sudden curiosity over the new clothes and intimates. Telling himself that he wouldn't be a woman much longer, (something he secretly feared was woefully untrue) and that he may as well live a little, he had pulled out a nice dress. Too nice for school really, but hey, it was their last day. Curious as to the sexy lingerie, he had chosen out a satin chemise, with a very dainty g-string (finally free of tampon and pad) and a matching garter belt supporting sexy nylons.
He had just gotten up, still grumbling to himself while he put his dirty dishes in the sink when he heard something behind him. Turning, he saw Emily standing slack jawed, and wearing his boxers. His! While he wore this... this... oh he didn't even want to think about it! He was going to go change into a pair of her old jeans and a t-shirt!
"You're going to wear that to school!"
"Something wrong with that?" why was he so snarky?
"No! It looks... Wow!"
It was with the utmost mortification that Evan felt his cheeks heat in a blush as he realized that he was nervously smoothing the front of his dress.
"In fact,
Emily
, I saw a pair of heels in with those things mom bought you that would go awesomely with that dress. Pretty well have to wear them. It's not like you have anything else to go with it." Emily smirked, trying not to laugh at him. She had obviously not missed his reaction.
So she wanted to have a little fun at his expense did she? Well even though he hadn't given a thought to footwear, and knew full well that high heels would be a struggle for him, he wasn't about to have her laughing at him as he scurried back into something simpler.
"I know that. And you can wipe that smirk off your face." He turned to leave her, but out of nowhere she smacked his ass! After a quick glare, he resumed his retreat, hopefully before she saw his blush.
(Susan Develon)
Susan couldn't believe how nervous she was as she searched for Emily through the school hallways. She knew that the family was moving away, and that she likely wouldn't see them ever again.
'Unless I can find her anyway.'
She wanted a child of her own so badly, and she had let her brother convince her that Evan was a good source for the father, since it was all too apparent that Jason himself was never going to be able to get her pregnant.
She just hoped that her reasons for giving in to the idea of a surrogate father were practical rather than perhaps having to do with any feelings for Evan. She loved Jason incredibly deeply and didn't want to hurt him. Of course, he was the one who wanted her to use a surrogate in the first place.
'If I am to have sex with another man for the first time in my life, aught it not be someone I want to have fuck me?'
She was getting worried now, that perhaps she had missed her somehow. The exam she had to write today though was her last one, and she may never step foot in this school again. Her brother still had his last exam a little later, but she didn't want to go approaching him until she had a chance to talk to Emily about it.
She was just thinking she may have no choice about it, when she felt her jaw slacken. There was Emily, who had just noticed her and was smiling at her from a dozen paces down the hall. She was wearing a stunning dress of what looked like black brocade with bits of bright red gold woven through it, which highlighted her auburn hair. The neckline was high, the hem low, but there was no hiding that awesome figure of hers, and for the first time Susan could remember, she was wearing high heeled sandals which only accentuated her height.
