Then I heard the car, Mum would be going off to work by now.
Another knock came, this time I knew it was from outside my window. Perhaps a poor little bird had flown into the glass. For a second I felt not quite myself.
Going over and opening the bedroom window, I became slightly concerned that someone might see me like this, but I opened the window anyway.
Whack!!
Some bloody idiot just threw a rock at my head. It stung tremendously as I stumbled backward, clamping my hand to my forehead.
"Ow!!" I exclaimed, "That hurt!"
"Sorry!!" a voice from below called. The culprit, the bastard throwing rocks, I carefully stuck my head out the window, hand still nursing a small bump.
"People in glass houses ." I started to say, then I saw the guy, a retro reject, this boy, this red headed, freckled menace to those prone to the stone, "Get up here you prick!!" boy was I going to give this guy a piece of my mind.
I had actually expected him to come in through the front door, but as I looked down at him, he was already scaling the wall and scrambling up the trellis. Idiot! Although he didn't seem to be having any real difficulty with the climb, his arms were strong and he looked like he did a bit of climbing. Again I wasn't too sure what I was thinking, and I backed away from the window as came in.
"Phew. Quite a climb." He said.
"What do you think you're doing, throwing rocks around the neighbourhood, into windows?" in my normal voice I would have sounded big and threatening, but now I had these awkward high pitched tones, and instead I think I came off as soft and almost wimpy.
His voice on the other hand was rough and certain, "I only throw rocks into the windows I like."
With no idea how to take this, I kind of gasped a little, or hurumphed, as if to seek more information.
"Are you hurt?" he asked and I had to re-asses my opinion of the guy, at least he was concerned about my well being.
Being the man that I am, or was, I think I'm fairly tough, a little rock wouldn't hurt me, and I went to say how I wasn't hurt and couldn't have been hurt and then fairly rip into the guy again with a few insults about his throwing ability, when all that came out was a stuttering, "I'm. No I think I'm alright. Just a little bump."
I was really feeling uneasy in this strange body with this strange boy in my bedroom, instinctively I covered my nipples with an arm, thinking to myself how embarrassing for me this whole thing was, standing there wearing a pink nightie, if I really was a girl, I'd have screamed for sure.
The guy took two steps towards me and I thought for a second I would scream, and then he lifted his hand to my forehead and said, "Here, let me take a look." As he peered up at the bruise, my eyes scanned his face, a sweet, sensitive and caring looking young man, his eyes a warm brown, his lips kind of pouty for a guy, then we were looking at each other.
"My name's Dave." He said and I felt really strange. suddenly everything was new, to match this new body. I could feel my nipples harden against the silky fabric again, and I smiled at him.
