It was two nights later when the shit hit the fan. Roger had experienced a better day. She was finally beginning to feel comfortable in a skirt and top and had really enjoyed lunch spent in a traditional village somewhere in southern Spain. When they arrived at their destination Roger was really pleased to see that her period was easing and could feel the end of her ordeal was finally in sight. In a good mood she had agreed to go shopping and to her own surprise had ended up buying a figure hugging crimson dress that Sonya said she looked sensational in. Liz had given Roger permission to use her credit card, so Roger had decided why not? Sonya had already bought herself both a dress and a new pair of heels. Roger was feeling the pressure to purchase something lest she make Liz appear to be a skinflint. The dress was on special and the real Liz could no doubt wear it once he and Roger swapped back to their own bodies.
The problem occurred when, back at the hotel, Roger decided to show off her purchase to Liz and Maureen.
Roger arrived at the room to find the door unlocked and without knocking entered the room. Hearing a noise in the bedroom she opened a second door only to see her own male body busily fucking Maureen 'Doggy' style. Roger screamed, making her presence known to the lovers, before fleeing the room. Not knowing what else to do she went to the room booked for 'Liz Maguire'. There she locked the door before proceeding to bawl her eyes out on the bed.
20 minutes later there was a persistent knocking on Roger's locked door. She heard what was formerly her own voice call out "Lizzie, Are you in there. Please open up so we can talk"
Roger ignored the voice, hoping it would go away. She resented having to answer to the name 'Lizzie'. Eventually he went away.
An hour later there was more knocking. Once more Roger heard the 'Roger' voice. "I know you must be in there Liz. We need to talk. Please let me in"
"Go away!" Roger replied. She had finally left the bed and was sitting on the couch, half way through a bottle of wine, trying to drown her sorrows.
"So you are in there! You have had us so worried, we have been searching everywhere. Let me in. We need to talk and I would rather do it with a bit of privacy"
Roger let the man stew for a minute before making her way to the door. She kept the chain in place and opened the door enough to see her old body. "I have nothing to say to you or Maureen. You have betrayed me"
"Let me in so we can talk. You are obviously upset. Let's deal with this like adults, not by throwing a tantrum"
Through the crack Roger saw that they did indeed have an audience. A man and a woman, fortunately not members of the tour group were staring at 'Roger' from further down the hall. "Where's Maureen?"
"She has gone to dinner in case you turned up there. Please let me in?"
The couple were still standing there, clearly being sticky-beaks. Roger relented and opened the door allowing the fake 'Roger' entry. She locked the door after him then returned to the couch, where she took a swig straight from the wine bottle, before asking. "Well what do you have to say for yourself?"