I was still in the bath. The water was now cold. My new skin was getting wrinkly. I knew that I was expected at the McKenzie's for dinner. My new home. I was now daughter of Ted and Eileen McKenzie. Sister of Jenna and Monique. At some stage I would have to tell them I was pregnant. How would they react? Zach wouldn't want to marry anymore. I was not really the Sarah he had fell in love with. I was really his childhood friend and best mate Zach. I just now inhabited Sarah's body.
There was a knock on the door. It was the real Sarah, have to start thinking of her as Zach. "Are you alright in there?" I heard my former voice ask.
"I'm getting out" I called back at bent forward to pull out the plug. I noticed a bit of blood around my vagina. It had been sore, I must have damaged it during the all the fucking I had received last night. Another problem with being female I thought. Something else to ask 'Zach' about. However that could wait. I pulled the plug got out and toweled myself dry.
'Zach' called out "When you are decent I'll help you get dressed. Then I will drop you home"
I put on the underwear but had difficulty pulling up the zip at the back of the dress that Zach had earlier provided. I asked for Zach's help.
He came in and showed me a trick for putting on the dress, then pulled out a hair drier and started working on me. He finished by applying enough make up so that he was satisfied with my appearance. "Come on we'll be late. I'll explain things on the way"
We had to go via Zach's house to pick up my car which had been there since yesterday. The new Zach explained where my room was and which bathroom I should use, which I shared with my new sister Jenna. She explained where my toiletries were kept as well as her bedtime and morning routines. I explained my strategy to break up with Amanda.
When we got to my old block of flats I was handed a handbag and Zach explained where to find my licence and credit cards in my purse. It turned out we both had a similar amount of savings so agreed to just swap bank accounts as well.
I then got into my new car, a small red Mazda, a bit of a down grade from my previous Ford. I then followed my old car to my new house. Eventually Zach turned into a residential street, it appeared to be a very nice neighborhood. My old car stopped outside number 23 and Zach pointed to where I should park. After a quick wave he left and I was alone.
I pulled in to driveway, parked the car and gathered my thoughts before proceeding to my new life. Eventually I gathered up the courage to get out and approach the front door. I tried the key Zach had indicated earlier and sure enough it opened the door and I stepped inside.
This was my new life