Roger woke up the next morning, as someone was knocking on the hotel room door. Initially he wondered if the events of the previous evening were perhaps a dream – a very bad dream.
However a glance of the room he woke in told him it was not. Liz’s green dress which he had worn to dinner last night was draped over a chair near the bed. He lifted the sheet and glanced at the body he was currently in. Sure enough “she” was clad in a bra and panties encasing her voluptuous, very female body. At least the pads she was wearing had worked. There were no blood stains on the panties.
The knocking continued. ‘What is it?’ she called out and a very female voice carried across the room.
The voice answering was his own, well it had formally been his. ‘You need to get your suitcase out so they can put it on the bus. You will need to hurry if you want breakfast we are meant to leave in 40 minutes’
Oh shit! The tour started today. She couldn’t let “Roger” in! “He” would see the stains on the dress. She could not let the real Liz discover what she had done with her body.
‘Ah! I’ll just be a minute. I’ve slept in’ Indeed she had
‘We know that!’ was the reply in the deep male voice ‘I thought we were meeting for breakfast at 6.30. When you didn’t show I thought I had better check on you’
‘Um…. I’ll need a shower…. What do you want me to wear?’
‘Let me in and I will show you’
Roger guessed she had no choice but to let who she thought was the real Liz into the room. No doubt she would need help packing. However she had to hide the dress and the evidence of what she had got up to last night. Little did she know that it was actually his wife Maureen, currently inhabiting the Roger body.
She grabbed the dress from the chair, confirmed there were semen stains on it, then tossed it into the bathroom and shut the door. Only then did she approach the front door to the hotel room and checked through the peephole that it was indeed “Roger” out there and that “He” was alone.
Satisfied she let the man in, then locked the door once more. ‘I forgot to set an alarm. I went out with Sonya after dinner and got home late’
“Roger”, really Maureen, surveyed the room. It was a mess. ‘You haven’t packed at all have you? You haven’t even had a shower!’ His own voice accused him.
‘I just woke when you knocked’ Roger’s own voice sounded like a defensive teenager girls.
‘I can see that’ Then “Roger’s” face morphed into a pleasant caring smile. ‘I’ll pack. You get in and have a quick shower. I’ll put together an outfit for you. I suspect you will just have to skip breakfast, but that body doesn’t have much of an appetite. If you are lucky you might have a chance to pick up a coffee before we leave’
Grateful for the man’s understanding Roger just nodded and went into the bathroom. She really did need to hurry as her pad was heavy and she knew the long red hair she currently sported needed a wash.
Maureen (who was inhabiting the "Roger" body) was amused by the state of his disheveled former husband. The new woman seemed oblivious that she was parading in a sexy bra and panty set in front of a hot-blooded male. Even with her hair mussed and smeared make-up (She had clearly forgotten to remove her makeup before going to bed!) the woman oozed sex appeal. “Roger” had thought he was spent after morning sex with “Maureen” but he immediately felt stirrings in his groin. Just as well the woman had disappeared into the bathroom.
Technically Maureen was married to Roger, but with the body swapping that had taken place, she was now the husband of the body that contained the mind of her best friend Liz. They had gone to bed early last night and “Roger” had asserted his conjugal rights, not that “Maureen” had objected. They had risen early (literally) and were packed and ready to depart on the tour. Just as well Maureen had decided to check for the whereabouts of “Liz” when the former Roger had not shown up for breakfast. They had not seen “Liz” since departing from the restaurant the previous night. At that time “Liz” was deep in conversation with that blonde woman from Queensland, not that Maureen could remember the woman’s name.
She began by selecting a new outfit for “Liz” to wear that day. It was going to be hot, so she decided on a predominately white floral blouse and a grey miniskirt. She left those items plus clean underwear and a pair of tan heels on the bed for the real Roger to put on once he was out of the shower. She could hear the water running now and assumed that “Liz” was now practiced enough with female clothing to get herself dressed. “Roger” then went about packing “Liz’s” suitcase and tidying up the room. He knew the porters were waiting for Liz’s luggage and had to hurry.
Meanwhile Roger stood under the warm water letting it soak her hair and body, she dismissed the fascinating image of rivulets of water running over her breasts and instead recalled the events of last night feeling sick in the stomach. Indeed she scrubbed her hands and face thoroughly with the shower gel somehow hoping that would be enough to help her forget what had happened last night.