Paul went home with his mother only she was now driving Mr Dawson’s black Tesla. The adults had decided that to keep up appearances so the apparent Mary Jones needed to arrive home in her little Ford.
His Mom was actually excited. This was the first time she had ever driven an electric car.
It felt strange walking into the converted mansion where Paul and his mother shared a two bedroom apartment from the visitors carpark. Paul had to pretend he didn’t know Mr Ramon the caretaker who was working in the garden. His shoes made a clip clop walk as he walked along the footpath. And there was a breeze that was blowing his dress and long hair around. He caught Mr Ramon checking him out. It actually felt like a compliment.
Paul came to the realisation that he wasn’t embarrassed to be seen in this body. If he had to temporarily have someone else’s body then Chelsea’s was a pretty good choice. He was in a happy mood. He was going to see his favourite band tonight and he doubted that he would be feeling like a geek.
Once they got into the apartment. Mary showed Gary her bedroom and closet. Gary was still dressed in Mary’s leotard as they arrived and was only too happy to change into a pair of Mary’s jeans and a long sleeved shirt. When he emerged it was obvious that Gary had also put on a bra. Mary scolded him. “You shouldn’t wear a black bra under a with shirt. It shows”
“Does it matter? I’m hoping this is only temporary and I won’t have to worry about colour co-ordination ever again. No show me your computer. We need to find out how this has happened.
Mary also asked Paul “Do you want to change as well?”
Mary raised an eyebrow when Paul replied “No. I like what I’m wearing and I’m getting used to the shoes” He then retreated to the bathroom and made a thorough examination of his reflection.
It was true. He really had somehow turned into an attractive girl. Chelsea looked like she was somewhere between 17 and 22 year’s old. Paul suspected towards the upper end as Chelsea was apparently a trained opera singer. He practiced smiling and blowing kisses at his reflection. Chelsea had lovely white teeth and flawless skin. He also noticed that his ears were now pierced.
Paul found he needed to pee. With his current body he knew he had no choice but to sit down. He pulled down his old briefs and sat his larger backside on the toilet seat making sure his dress wasn’t going to get in the way. Releasing his pee was not that simple. It was no longer a matter of squeezing. Paul now had different muscles and had to figure out how to empty his bladder. When it eventually happened, it seemed very sudden.
With his bladder voided Paul now had a moment to investigate his vulva. He recalled some of the names of female body parts from a recent biology class. He wished now that he had paid more attention to the other names. This was his first chance to look at his new parts. Back when he was hiding in the toilets at the studio he had been too scared to look.
He saw now that he had short blonde pubes. Did Chelsea dye her pubes or was she a natural blonde? Paul guessed the second. His pubes were trimmed to a 1 x 3 inch rectangle around his slit. The hairs were only half an inch long. He tentatively touched his slit with his finger. Somewhere inside there would be a clitoris. He had learnt’ that a clitoris was the magical spot that was a girls equivalent to a penis.
However before he could explore further there was a knock on the bathroom door. Mr Dawson’s voice said “Paul can you retrieve that medallion. Gary wants another look at it”
Paul was a bit embarrassed to have been caught playing with himself. “Give me a minute” he was glad his mother had respected his privacy and not barged in. She had clearly also not gone into Paul’s own room where the medallion was back in his bag.
So Paul stood up, pulled up his briefs – they were not a great fit, having a pouch at the front designed to contain a bulge Paul no longer possessed. They also now had a wet patch on them that he had not noticed before. Was Paul leaking?
After washing his hands he retrieved the medallion and took it to his Mom’s room where Mr Dawson was sitting at his Mom’s desk and scrolling on her laptop. His Mom was there looking over the woman’s shoulder “Here you are Mr Dawson”
“Thanks. By the way. I think we need to start calling each other by our apparent names. You can’t call me Mister Dawson while I inhabit this body just like I can’t call you Paul. While we remain as we are you should both call me Mary. My old body should be addressed as Gary and you should be called Chelsea. We just don’t know how long we will be stuck like this and as far as I am concerned I want to keep what has happened to myself to this small circle”
Paul had to agree to that sentiment. It made sense. To take that logic further he had to start thinking of himself as Chelsea. He should also probably start thinking of himself as a ‘she’.
“Well Mary. What have you found? Any clues?” Paul emphasised the name Mary. It was a conscious effort. He had always thought of that body as ‘Mom’.
“Not much so far, but there are pages and pages of results. The closest I have found seems to be pure fiction. However, I am going to keep looking”
“Did you want something to eat Chelsea before your date?” The new Gary asked.
“It’s not a date. I’m going to a concert with a friend” Paul had not meant to sound so sharp.
“Okay. I apologise. Do you want something to eat before you get picked up? There is some left over pizza from last night. It’s all yours if you want it”
“What are you planning to have?”
“Gary. Sorry, I mean Mary suggested that if I can wait until we get over to his place we can have a casserole that has been stewing all day in his hot pot”
“No Gary. We get to your place we will find a casserole ready to eat that you prepared this morning” the new Mary corrected him.
“So are you staying the night here or there?” the person who had to think of herself as ‘Cheslea’ asked.
“We will stay over there. There is much more room. We will each have a room to ourselves. Unlike what Gary said earlier we are not actually romantically involved” ‘Mary’ replied
“Well you had better tell me where it is. Because I don’t actually know where Uncle Gary lives”
“Good point. I’ll write the address down for you. It’s not far away. I’m sure Angela can bring you home”