Meanwhile in the other house inspiration hit Kate just as Kerry sitting on the side of Kate’s bed was about to put the socks on “Hang on a minute. Don’t start yet. I’ve had a thought. Let me look for something”
Kate hurriedly went to the garage and began sorting through some old boxes where Tom stored things. “Yes!” she cried triumphantly, when she located Tom’s old football boots. She returned to Kerry boots in hand.
“Try these. You might need a shower after using them but I don’t think he’s worn them since we were married. He did an ankle on our honeymoon and never returned to footy the next season”
“Why would I want to use his stinky old football boots?” asked an incredulous Kerry.
“Because Tom was fit and trim when he used to play footy. I would prefer you had that version of his body, before he developed a spare tyre”
“I suppose I will have plenty of time for a shower. But will I be sore and tired?”
“In his last season despite all his training Tom was mainly a bench-warmer. He was never the most skilled player. I can’t guarantee but I suspect you will feel fine. I don't remember him ever getting a serious injury on the field”
“You don’t think anyone will notice Tom is suddenly fitter and younger”
“I doubt it. It seems a long time ago but it is only 20 months since we married. You won't be a lot younger. Tom usually avoids my work functions if he can so they don't know him that well. He doesn’t seem to get on well with my colleagues. Besides you will be wearing a suit. Your trim body would be hidden”
“Okay. Give me the boots. I’ll take the risk of having a few bruises” Kerry began to put the socks back on her feet.
……
“Taxi’s here” called out Michael. Tom had been hiding in Kerry’s bathroom, trying to avoid unnecessary conversation with Michael since she had arrived back at Kerry’s house. She had ended up taking off the leather skirt in order to sit down to pee, which of course was now another necessity now she was in Kerry’s very female body. The skirt was stiff, she probably could have hitched it up but would that have creased it? Tom didn’t know. Besides, taking the skirt off gave her a chance to examine her borrowed body. It was the same as the body she had accidently gained a week ago. Her pussy had not miraculously grown pubes and her orchid tattoo was as vibrant as ever.
After putting the skirt back on Tom had spent the remainder of the time looking at her face in the bathroom mirror. If Michael had of asked what she was doing she planned to reply ‘Just touching up my make-up’. She never needed to.
What Tom did do was practice making faces in the mirror. Smiles, frowns, looks of shock and horror all used the same muscles she would use with her normal male face. She even practised fluttering her eyelashes, pouting and blowing kisses to herself. Not facial expressions she intended to use but to see a sexy woman fluttering her eyelashes at Tom, even if it was in a mirror boosted her self esteem.
Michael calling out that the taxi had arrived came as a bit of a shock. The 20 minutes that she had been hiding in the bathroom only felt like 5. After initially forgetting her handbag she met Michael at the front door.
“All set?” asked Michael who was wearing a suit without a tie. He noticed the black pearls around Kerry’s neck. They did look nice. And clearly Kerry liked them. He decided he would ask Tom where he had purchased them from, with the intention of buying a pair for their own 1st anniversary which was little more than a month away.
Tom replied “Yep let’s go” she was relieved when it was Kerry’s voice that came out of her throat. She didn’t want to give away that it was Tom’s consciousness in control of this body.
She walked out the door and down the driveway to the taxi, letting Michael lock the house.
Michael locked up and followed his wife down the drive. He didn't try to catch up with her, instead followed 10 metres behind her, enjoying the view as she trod down the gentle slope in her heels. She was still walking in the little steps she seemed to have to take because of the skirt she was wearing. He liked looking at the way her bum jiggled.
Tom hopped into the back seat and said “Hi” to the driver. She hoped Michael might take the unoccupied front passenger seat, but he didn’t. He opened the other rear door and slid in beside her.