Lisa broke down and cried when she got in the car. What she was too painful for her to face. Fortunately like all really good cries it burned itself out after a few minutes. She wasn't feeling any better, she just couldn't cry anymore. She reached forward and turned the key starting the engine. She paused and glanced down. She had dressed quickly without paying attention her mind had been occupied. What she had chosen was a polo shirt of Jack's. It wasn't freshly washed, but it didn't smell bad. There was just a hint of body odor, of Jack. It made her feel like he was hugging her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply drawing his smell into her lungs. It was barely more than a day, since her world had changed.
It wasn't becoming Lisa that had shattered her. That had been hard, but it was also manageable. It was Jack. Sweet, wonderful Jack, who loved her. She hadn't noticed when exactly, but in the past day of "playing" at being Lisa something had changed. She wasn't playing anymore and the anchor for that new identity was Jack. She thought of herself as Jack's wife and that had organized her thoughts and feelings. When she felt scared; his arms were the comfort she sought. Now she was about to leave him, possibly forever and it was breaking her heart. She had considered just staying in bed with him. Blowing off the appointment with the other Lisa, but as tempting as that was she couldn't. The former Lisa would just come here and that might lead to a scene. She didn't mind facing humiliation if it let her keep Jack, but would it? It wouldn't take a long Q&A; for Jack to realize something was wrong. She didn't know enough to pass herself off as Lisa long term.
That had been the deciding factor. When their eyes had met after sex. Something had clicked and Lisa admitted to herself that she was head over heels in love with Jack. She wanted him to be happy and she saw in his eyes that he felt the same about her. She treasured that memory, but it already tormented her, because he wasn't in love with her. He was in love with the woman he married. The other Lisa. She didn't know what to do. James was a romantic at heart, but he had never been in love, not truly. She knew that now and she wasn't sure she could find it again if she gave it up, but that was what love meant; their happiness was more important that yours.
She pulled out of the driveway and drove towards James apartment. She shifted easily, not remembering that James couldn't handle a manual transmission. The drive to James' apartment took only a few minutes, but they helped to clear Lisa's head. She didn't know what to do. She thought she might have a loop hole. If she truly became Lisa then it wouldn't be lying to stay with Jack. It was flimsy, but she was desperate. The key question was the other Lisa. What did she want to do? "James" could never pull off the permanent switch without original Lisa's help or at least acquiescence.
Lisa pulled to a stop in one of the visitor parking spaces and set the parking break. The hopefully new James had been her friend for a long time. Whatever else happened she owed "him" the truth of her feelings. Jack and Lisa had trouble for a long time, maybe she wouldn't want to stay married to him. That thought brought a smile to her face as she walked up to the front door. She didn't have her fob so she couldn't swipe the door open. She paged through the kiosk until she found "James" and pressed the code. There was no answer. She tried again. Still nothing.
She pushed the button for George, James' neighbor down the hall. "Hello," he answered.
"Hi George, this is Lisa Hamilton. I don't know if you remember me. I'm a friend of James. He asked me to come by and water his plants." She said.
"Okay." Lisa cocked an eyebrow. That was easy. She didn't bother to wait for the elevator. She ran up the stairs. The apartment was two floors up. As Lisa she was much fitter that James, which made running easier, but as James she hadn't had to cope with large breasts bouncing as she ran. Rather than slow down, she grabbed her tits through her top and held them. Her nipples responded by stiffening and the material of the shirt moved enough to excite them further. She reached the right floor and paused to collect herself, but as she entered the corridor her nipples were still erect and easily visible. It was too much to hope that George wouldn't be looking out his peep hole, but if he was he chose not to open his door. She walked quickly passed and stopped at the elevator bank. There was a plastic fichus between the elevators. She tipped the pot over and reached underneath to pull the key tapped to the bottom loose.
James hid the key there on the theory that if anyone found it they wouldn't know which apartment it opened. She quickly walked the rest of the way down the hall to James' apartment and opened the door stepping inside.
"hello." She cried. She couldn't quite bring herself to say "its' James." Not that it mattered. Walked through to the bedroom. The apartment was empty. She paused at the trash when she saw two opened condom wrappers, but she was definitely not in a position to judge.
Not knowing what else to do, she went to the computer and loaded the browser. Most people didn't seem to remember that smart phones log GPS information. And "James" was likely to be wherever "his" phone was. It took only a few clicks to learn that James' phone was at the Cheese cake factory, but then the data from the rest of the day loaded and Lisa's mouth fell open and she gasped.
