The former Trent had no time to vacillate. Indeed he/she could hear a car outside and knew that within a couple of minutes his/her mother would be walking into the house. There were two problems; How to explain why a 12 year old girl was in the house? And why was that girl (and ‘Trent’) naked.
The way the real Trent saw it she had no choice but to quickly don Allisa’s clothes and just hope that a reason for her presence would come to mind.
Trent picked up Allisa’s underwear. At least the cream coloured garments seemed clean and new. “Do I really need to wear this?” She asked holding the bra.
“Well we can’t have your mother find it unworn can we? Don’t worry it’s brand new. I wore them in anticipation of swapping with someone. Quickly how do you address your mother? I can’t call her Mrs Collingwood”
Trent slipped the panties on then fumbled with the bralette, trying to figure out how to wear it. She didn’t need it as she didn’t have breasts but Allisa was right. It would be hard to explain the presence of this garment anywhere else. “In answer to your question just Mom. Everyone else calls her Yvonne”
Allisa was more advanced in putting on Trent’s school uniform, buttoning up the shirt. “You remember to call her Mrs Collingwood”
“And my father is just ‘Dad’ also known as Ray or Raymond” now Trent was stepping into Allisa’s skirt, something he had not imagined doing but what other choice was there.? It fit perfectly. The shirt was simple enough to put on. An idea to explain you presence was forming in your mind.
“Tell Mom I sprained an ankle walking past your house and came in here to seek help” she quickly moved to the front room sat on the couch and slipped Allisa’s white socks on while trying to ignore her skirt clad hips. She had one shoe on when the front door opened and Mom walked in.
Yvonne Collingwood did a double take when she realised a young girl was sitting on her couch. She looked from the girl to her teenage son then back to the girl “Hello? What’s going on here?”. She was puzzled Trent wasn’t in the habit of bringing girls home and this girl seemed so young.
“Hi Mom” answered the apparent Trent. “This is Allisa Ralphvernia. She sprained her ankle while walking past our house. I invited her in for a rest.
Yvonne examined the young girl closely and took in the fact that the girl was only wearing one shoe. The girl also seemed too young for there to be any hanky panky happening “Yes I see the resemblance. You look just like your mother. We went to school together”
That was news to Trent. He/she was not aware of any friendship between the women. “Hello Mrs Collingwood. I think Trent saw me trip then helped me back here” He was pleased to have had the presence of mind to call people by the correct names. “I don’t think there is a big problem. My ankle is feeling better already”
“Did you offer Allisa a drink?” Yvonne asked “Get some chilled water from the fridge”
Luckily Trent was able to point to the cupboard where glasses were kept without Yvonne noticing. Soon Allisa returned with a glass of cool water.
Yvonne then asked of Trent. “Do you need a lift home?”
The apparent Trent answered. “I thought I could give her a dink on my bike. I feel like some exercise” then added what Trent thought was unnecessary “Allisa’s sister is in my class. She’s really hot”