"Don't wuss out on me now!" Tiff whined. "This is so great, and we can change back any time we want! We should take our time and have some fun with this!" Katie glared at his friend like he had lost his mind. "Look, I'm not saying we stay like this always, just for a little while. No one's around to find out! What's the point of changing and just hiding in here? Let's go enjoy ourselves! Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like if you were born a guy?"
"But I wasn't born a guy," Katie scowled, but Tiff could see he was slowly relenting. Tiff quickly unzipped some of the garment bags on the bed, pulling out some shirts, trousers, and suits.
"Look, we've even got clothes!" Tiff pleaded to the softening Katie. "We'll just go out, experiment a bit, and then we'll change back, no harm, no foul." Katie grimaced at Tiff, then reached over for his panties, eliciting a disappointed look from Tiff.
"Wearing a dead guy's clothes is one thing, but there's no way I'm wearing his underwear!" Katie snapped, pulling on the girly panties, which were stretched to the max by his impressive member. An overjoyed look breaking out on his face at the realization he had convinced Katie, Tiff reached for his own underwear. Before long, two smartly-dressed young men were standing around, Tiff having even located socks and shoes which managed to fit them.
"Not bad, if I do say so myself," Tiff grinned, admiring himself in the mirror.
"C'mon, Tiff, let's get this over with," Katie sighed, heading for the door.
"Hang on, we can't go out like that," Tiff called, causing Katie to pause. "Two guys named Katie and Tiff? For now, call me...hmmm...Tim!" Katie rolled his eyes, but had to admit that Tiff made sense. "And you can be..."
"Fine, you can call me Casey, 'Tim'," Katie cut in, pre-empting Tiff from giving him a strange moniker. "Can we go now?"
"Coming!" Tim responded happily and bounced out after Casey.
Gathering up their school uniforms and shoving them in their bags, Casey finally turned off the lights and wiggled out of the broken window, a tighter fit now.
"We should have looked for keys to the front door, too," Tim grumbled as he exited. "What are you doing?" he asked, noticing Casey picking up the board they had pried off earlier.
"We need to hide all this. Can you imagine what would happen if someone found out?" Casey replied, and Tim had to admit Casey was always the long-sighted one. Their sturdier bodies helped them to maneuver the board into position, and a little pounding with their fists made it look like it had remained untouched.
"Well, what do we do now?" Casey asked.