They boarded the next flight, it was a much smaller plane. Maureen and “Roger” once more had seats by the window. This time “Liz” was sitting across the aisle from Maureen. He was seated beside a Spanish woman who had no English. At least this woman wouldn’t be trying to chat up Roger.
Times were all mixed up for the Australians but locally it seemed it was night time. They were given dinner shortly after take-off. Then not long after the lights were dimmed, the hint was given that it was time to sleep.
Maureen seemed to readily agree and had wrapped a blanket over herself and “Roger” she was leaning against “Roger’s” chest and seemingly asleep. Not long after both had their eyes closed.
Roger watched a movie but then feeling tired, tried to sleep himself. However as was usual, his sleep was not deep. He took off the long leather boots that Liz had made him wear. He had felt his pantyhose clad legs were sweating in them. It was more comfortable without them but when he visited the toilet he realised just how much shorter he now was. The extra 2 and half inches the heels on the boots provided made a big difference. No wonder Liz always wore heels.
He went to the toilet as his stomach seemed quite unsettled. His bowels wouldn’t move but his stomach was cramping. Was Liz’s body objecting to something he had eaten?
The flight to Barcelona took another 7 hours. They finally touched down but then had to wait an eternity for the luggage to come out. They caught a taxi to the hotel and finally were given rooms at 4.30 am. Roger was totally exhausted by this stage and almost dozed off in the taxi.
As he was still in the “Liz” body he followed the bell boy to room 314 booked for Liz. It was on a different floor to that booked by the married couple who were in 203. After tipping the bellboy for bringing up the luggage, Roger took off the boots and lay back on the gloriously large and comfortable bed, to wait for Liz and Maureen.
Roger promptly fell asleep.
20 minutes later, Maureen and Liz showed up at room 314. After the original airport fiasco Liz had transferred the medallion to Roger’s carry-on bag. She had that with her while Maureen had the socks that would create the younger version of Roger.
The knocked on the door of room 314. It was slightly ajar. The light was on so they entered. They immediately saw the red head asleep on the bed, still in her green and blue dress.
Maureen whispered ‘She’s exhausted. Let her sleep. We can do the change later’
Liz, who was pretty tired and jetlagged himself agreed, besides, he was horny and the prospect of sharing the bed with Maureen, even for just a cuddle was too much. It had been pretty hard restraining himself on the plane. ‘I agree. It can wait’ They turned off the lights and made sure the door to room 314 was properly closed.