Henry didn’t put on Alicia’s nightgown, instead he found his own pyjama bottoms, the comfortable bra from yesterday and Alicia’s white T-shirt he had worn on the day they went on the trail walk, which he found in the returned washing. He checked the minibar for food and decided on a chocolate bar and crisps for breakfast. Then settled down on the couch with his book.
Alicia spent a long time in the firstly showering then carefully shaving her face. She couldn't imagine doing that every day. Once was enough! When she finally emerged she was wearing one of her own dresses and had made up her face similar to how she had made up Henry the other night. "This is as good as I can do" she lamented to Henry "I look so old"
Henry's thought was that Alicia looked like his mother. At least a blonde version of his mother. "You look good"
"No I don't. I need to fix these eyebrows. They are horrible"
“I’d rather you didn’t. Look at me. These eyebrows are shaped. If you do something I fear it will be permanent and I’ll be stuck with them”
“It won’t be permanent. They will grow back in time”
“Months though. But what are you worried about? It’s raining outside. We may as well just stay in the room for the day and no-one will see you. I’ve got a book to finish”
“I suppose you are right. Being the height I am I hardly blend in. People might think it strange that another 6 foot 2 woman is now in this room. I couldn’t pass as myself”
“We can order room service for lunch and dinner”
“Or you could go and get take-away”
“Me?”
“Yeah you. You are Rachel for the next four days. No-one could mistake you for a man anymore. You can’t stay in the room for four days. I’ll find you an outfit while you shower”
Henry showered. Alicia had his outfit ready, laid out on the bed. A long sleeved white shirt and a long blue and green patterned skirt.
“Couldn’t I just wear jeans and this T-shirt.
“No. You’ll need the long top unless you allow me to shave your arms and I suspect you wouldn’t go for that. The puffy sleeves will hide your muscles. The skirt will hide your package. A bulge is too obvious in jeans”
Henry dressed as demanded then Alicia fixed the wig onto him. “Those sideburns have to go” Henry looked in the mirror. He could see what she meant. He had brown sideburns peeping out from under the blonde wig. They did look silly. He went to the bathroom and shaved them off. That hair would grow back relatively quickly.
Alicia fixed the wig once more then decided “Rachel needs to wear her hair differently to her sister. Now that you don’t have sideburns I can experiment”
“Remember we have yet to have our hair swap. Don’t make it too different”
“Maybe a ponytail?” Alicia played with Henry’s wig “No that doesn’t work with your big ears”
“Maybe you could wear your own hair in a ponytail?” suggested Henry.
“Good thinking. That would work. We just leave your hair as it is. But you will need me to paint your nails once more. We need to feminise those hands and feet”
Henry had already suffered several days with painted nails. He submitted to this request without a complaint. He was conscious that his hands and feet seemed slightly large for an apparent female of his size.
They opened the door to the patio to allow air circulation and Alicia went to work. She decided 'Rachel' should have different coloured nails to her own. Hers were deep red so she went with coral pink on Henry. She started with the toes while Henry got back into his book. By the time she started on his hands he was too engrossed on the book to notice that she was attaching false nails. It wasn’t until he exchanged the hand holding the book that he saw. “Hey what are you doing?”
“What do you think? Fixing your nails”
“But I didn’t want long fingernails. You just said nail polish”
“No I didn’t. I said I would feminise your hands and feet, so that is what I’m doing. Now keep still or we will be here all day”
Henry was relieved when Alicia finally left him alone, she went to make some coffees while he made himself comfortable on the lounge and got back into the book. It was weird seeing hands with long pink fingernails holding his book but he had to admit she had done a pretty good job. They no longer looked like a man’s hands.