Daisy was remarkably keen to go out. Had I found myself in a male body I would have imagined I might have been a bit shy about going out on the town. But not Daisy, she appeared to be a sassy, confident woman with not a bone of shyness within her. As soon as I had finished her make-up she was on the phone ordering a taxi. We were heading down town whether I liked it or not.
And I was starting to have reservations about heading out with this woman. There was very little of Andrew evident in her personality. Andrew was extremely intelligent but he was always rather introverted. Not so Daisy. She was rather pleased with the way her dress showed off her cleavage and confidently asked if she could borrow my perfume. She sprayed some on herself then declared “Now if this sexy bod can’t attract a honky man I’s dunno what will” I was aghast. I had never known that Andrew had hidden homosexual tendencies. Did he really want to attract a man?
Never-the-less I followed her out to the taxi when it arrived. I certainly wasn’t going to let Daisy go out alone and to be truthful I wanted to display my own new sexy body to the world. I felt great being Annika. I was confident that despite Daisy being a very attractive woman I would be the one attracting the most male attention.
We were dropped off in the nightclub district of town, Daisy paid cash. Without pockets on her dress and having no handbag she had stashed a wad of notes in her bra.
We hadn’t eaten so first looked for somewhere serving food. Daisy’s criteria seemed to be to find somewhere where we could sit on the sidewalk and hence attract the attention of the male passers-by. We found such a spot outside a fancy looking bar but didn’t last there long as the waiter wouldn’t serve us alcohol without ID and of course neither of us had ID that matched our bodies.
Daisy gave that waiter quite a serve. “Duz I look like I’m not 18! You’re a white Nancyboy! I’s going to put in a complaint” I personally thought she looked about my age of 21, however without ID there was not going to be any alcohol for us. In disgust we walked off. And wandered down to McDonalds where we had to make do with Cokes.
Trying to get into a nightclub was just as hard. We needed ID if we were going to go out in these bodies. Daisy tried putting her cleavage in front of the bouncer’s eyes but even that didn’t work. Evidently the police had been around earlier that evening and had warned all the clubs about penalties for allowing underage drinking.
After unsuccessfully attempting to get into 3 nightclubs I convinced Daisy to head back to Andrew’s house. She wanted to keep trying but I used the argument that I had an exam tomorrow and needed a good night’s sleep. I had come to realise that Daisy was not Andrew. The Daisy personality had taken over. Andrew must have been somewhere inside but he wasn’t obvious. Daisy seemed to be a heterosexual black woman and treated me as a friend not as her lover. As we waited for a taxi to take us home she gave me a rundown on the type of man she had been hoping to find. Because of my inability to speak quickly in English, I did very little talking myself. Her taste in men was surprising. She lectured me on how black men made superior lovers.
I was relieved to get back to Andrew’s parents house. By now I was convinced that if we had got into one of those clubs Daisy would have headed home with the first tall black man who bought her a drink. I had to change her back into Andrew before his personality was totally gone.