Maureen and “Roger” had woken at 1pm. They felt a little guilty about having sex, neither of them had planned to. They had gone to sleep cuddling each other but Maureen had woken to find "Roger’s" member stiff and pushing into her butt. One thing led to another. It was only after waking that “Roger” reminded her that the real Roger was waiting for them to be swapped back. Maureen had actually forgotten about who was currently in the Roger body. No matter, she would just have to explain to the original Roger that you “are” the body you occupy and how it was easiest to simply behave as such.
They both showered and dressed then returned to room 314 and attempted to wake “Liz”. There was no answer. They decided to head down to the lobby and see if “Liz” was having lunch.
Roger was showering when his travelling companions had knocked. He had not heard anything. He was too busy exploring his female body. It was a long shower, he did wash and condition his long hair but most of his time was spent exploring his breasts and reproductive organs. Perhaps after a second examination, Liz’s clitoris was a little more sensitive than his old penis?
Eventually he knew it was time to finish the shower and find Liz so they could swap back. He dried and put on the hotel robe that was in the bathroom. His long hair seemed impossible to dry properly, so eventually he decided Liz could look after it once they swapped back.
He then rang reception and asked to be connected to the room of Mr and Mrs Manning. He was connected but there was no answer. Had they gone out somewhere without him? He hoped not. Surely tehy would not have left the hotel?
Roger decided he would just have to go and find them. Having travelled around the world in this body the idea of being in public no longer created any fear in his mind. However to do that he needed to get dressed. Rather than put back on the dirty, and rather feminine clothes he had travelled in he decided to find perhaps a pair of jeans and a shirt from Liz’s suitcase. With more effort than he expected to need, he lifted Liz’s suitcase to the ruggage rack and opened it.
To his dismay all the clothes in there were ultra feminine. Other than a dress or a skirt the only items Roger could possibly wear were some long leggings like what Maureen would wear to the gym, or a pair of beige women’s slacks. Even more weirdly Liz had a collection of panties individually wrapped in labelled plastic bags. Was she one of those people who wore certain undies on certain days of the week?
He chose the slacks and a loose white T-shirt which he wore over white lacy panties and a matching bra. There was a single pair of flat sandals that Roger was only too happy to put onto Liz’s feet. Every other pair of shoes was heeled.
He also decided to wear Liz’s pink sunglasses, somehow thinking this might disguise himself, then went down to the lobby to find his travelling companions.
Roger found Maureen and “Roger” in the lobby, by a window overlooking the pool. “Roger” had a glass of beer sitting in front of him while Maureen was sipping on a white wine.
‘There you are! We’ve been looking for you. Where have you been?’ asked Maureen.