Deciding not to take advantage of his best friend's cousin's body too much (or at least, not yet), John started to get dressed. He pulled the soft sweatshirt over his head, covering himself up in the process. He noticed that Amy hadn't left him a shirt, so he decided that the sweatshirt was enough. He grabbed a pair of jeans which fit his new body from the same pile, and slipped them on over his boxers, which he figured wouldn't be questioned if any of the girls saw him wearing them. After all, Amy was a complete Tomboy, as was her sister (to a degree), so it made sense that their cousin would be cool with wearing underwear meant for boys as opposed to panties. That, and Amy hadn't left him any of her cousin's underwear. John decided he was thankful for that, since the idea of using a bra and walking around without boxers on felt weird to him, even if he was in the body of a girl.
John got dressed and walked over to the bedroom door, giving it a soft knock. "Hey, Amy. I'm done." Amy entered the room, and looked him over, "Okay, cool. You look great. Oh, wait. Hang on..." Amy walked past John, leaving him briefly confused, and grabbed a pair of socks and sneakers from her closet. "Here, put these on. My cousin hadn't left any shoes, and you can't walk over there barefoot." Amy dropped the sneakers and shoes in front of him. "Now, put the medallion in your back pocket or something. I don't want you turning into a different person every time you touch a pair of clothes. John, who had the medallion wrapped around his wrist, did exactly this, and put the shoes and socks on. "Oof... They feel tight, Amy. Like, five sizes too small." Amy sighed, annoyed. "Look, sorry I'm not the same foot size as my OLDER cousin. Anyway, it's fine. Just wear them on the walk over, then you can take them off." John nodded, and squeezed his feet into the undersized Nikes.
After all was said and done, Amy checked her phone. "Oh, crap. We're going to be late." She grabbed her backpack and started for the door. "I'm going to tell my parents I'm leaving now. You... Um, you go out the window and meet me at the end of the driveway." John, in shock, shook his head upon hearing that, making his long red hair shake about in all directions. "Wh-What? Out the win- What?" "Look, I can't have my parents see you. They'll ask why you're here and not in Delaware, and- look, just do it, okay?" "Well, what if they ask where I am? Like, me, myself? John? The kid who they SAW walk into the house but didn't see walk out?" Amy opened her mouth to speak, but looked downwards, thinking. "Um..... Shit. I'll, uh, tell them you left through the back door or something! Look, we're running out of time! Just go out the window, drop down without making any noise, and meet me at the end of the driveway! And close the window behind you!" Before John could say anything, Amy had already left. Cursing softly under his breath, John walked to the window, opened it, and stepped out on top of the veranda below. Shutting the window behind him, he carefully crawled to the edge, and dropped eight feet to the backyard below him. Moving as silently as he could, John made it to the end of the driveway without anyone seeing him. He sat besides Amy's mailbox, waiting for her. After two minutes, she showed up.
"Okay, cool. Let's go." As she began to run off towards the house, which was a block away, John ran after her with a question. "Hey, what about my backpack? You have your pajamas and stuff, what about me?" Amy sighed loudly. "We'll figure it out. Look, just focus on the fun you're going to have you big perv." Amy chuckled at her line, and John rolled his eyes, smirking. True, he was annoyed that Amy had used the term "perv", but he wasn't about to doubt that he was going to have fun. Especially with Sarah..... Once more, John felt warm "down there".
After a minute or two of running, Amy and John arrived at the house. The party was being held by Grace, an extremely rich girl who had surprisingly few friends, with Sarah being one of them. Grace wasn't the stereotypical queen bee bully that most people would have assumed she was, but she was such a quiet individual that not many people knew what her real self was. Amy and John stared at the massive, three-floor mansion in front of them, and whistled in unison.
"Woah, sweet. How you feeling Jo- I mean, Christina?" John nodded, understanding that his name for the night was now 'Christina'. He replied with an out of breath voice. "Well, aside from my boobs being all sore from rubbing against this sweatshirt, I'm good, cousin!" Amy laughed, punching John's arm gently, causing the both of them to snicker. Not wanting to waste any more time, they walked to the front door, and rang the bell.