Despite having an incredibly erotic experience relieving this new bodies raging urges, I still awoke the next day feeling a bit morose. It was day off for Nick, or me now. I was able to use that cover to hide from his parents, and start digging in and researching this kids life. I was able to figure out where he goes to school and his classes, but more esoteric things seemed almost impossible to fake. How does he act to his parents? Who are his friends, and again how does he behave around them?
There are little things that I feel I will never be able to recreate as I perform this role. But still, I would rather I silently suffer in this body than be sent to some nuthouse, or have that crazy guy kill me. I can only imagine what he was doing with the socks, and where he might be now. Probably miles away.
As I moved about Nick's room, I started to think about my new future. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, a way to get a new life and just remove all worry about the burdens of my real life. Although some folks might be distressed at my disappearance, I never had a very close relationship with what little family I had left, and the few friends I have are resilient. Besides, lingering in my despair and guilt would only make this transition harder. I must forge ahead as this kid. At least I can try and steer him into some success, perhaps even doing better the second go-around of life.
I got to thinking about what I should do...