The real Liz didn’t make love to Roger that evening but feeling better the next morning she woke Roger by gently massaging his dick to life then made the most of his reaction. Being Sunday morning Roger wasn’t heading off to work and Liz wasn’t in a hurry to go back to her own house. She had a bath after breakfast while Roger went out to his shed. Only once she felt clean did she dress and prepare to head back to her own home. Her skin was now full on into peeling mode.
She wasn’t sure who she would find there, ‘Liz’ or a young version of Roger. She also wasn’t sure if she would be in this same body by the end of the day. She had enjoyed her few days as Mrs Maureen Manning but she was also keen to get back her own young body.
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Maureen stayed the night with Marcus. He was a very gentle and accomplished lover. She did leave early the next morning though and did not stay for breakfast. She felt quite sheepish returning to Liz’s car in high heels and a cocktail dress at 6.15 am. However the drive home was without incident and Liz’s neighbours were not yet up.
Maureen ruffled Liz’s bed to make it appear that it had been slept in then ran a bath for herself. She could not change again until 10 past 7 so was eager to remove evidence of her debaucherous night in case Liz arrived earlier than expected.
As it was Maureen had time to try out another of Roger’s clothing articles before Liz showed up at 8.30.
This time Maureen had chosen a polo shirt of Roger’s with the logo of his basketball team on it. She was hoping to become young Roger without a black eye. She got two of those specifications correct; young and no black eye.
Maureen quickly realised she was not changing into Roger. The body she was changing into was familiar to her and one she had occupied albeit at a different age, previously. Maureen found herself changing into an 8 year old version of Kirsty.
When Liz arrived it was the little blonde girl wrapped in her dressing gown who let her in. Liz guessed straight away what had happened “You don’t look like Roger”
“Clearly not. I used Roger’s basketball polo but Kirsty must have borrowed it”
“You look cute. But it’s a problem. We are running out of time. By this time next week we should be landing in Madrid”
“I see you are still peeling” Maureen said in her 8 year old girl voice.
“It’s very hard not to hurry the process along. It’s so tempting to pull on the dead skin”
“I recall. So what do you suggest we do now?”
“I’m only here for an hour or so. I’m heading over to your mother’s for lunch. Having been her I feel I know her intimately. She rang and invited me over. I could hardly say no. I need you to fill me in on anything I should know. What do you call her?”
“Mum” Maureen went on to explain what she guessed Liz needed to know about her Mother’s recent life.
That done Liz dug out a dress that fitted the young Kirsty but she had to do a dash to the shopping centre to buy some panties to fit the young girl.
“You are just going to have to amuse yourself for the day. I’ll call in on my way back home. Oh, by the way we are heading over to Ginny’s for a barbeque tonight. We probably won’t be home until late”