Jack, now Jana, completed his tasks in the washroom all the while Stacey provided minute-by-minute updates on the time situation. It was beginning to get on Jack's nerves, but it was an effective tool at getting him to hurry up.
Still, the shower was not as enjoyable as he was hoping since Stacey kept yelling at her to hurry it up.
Stacey was pulling on her nylons as Jana re-entered the room. Jana had a towel wrapped around her head for her hair and then one around her body with the trademark female boob tuck holding it together.
Jack saw Stacey pulling on her nylons. They were a sheer black shade, and the way she was pulling them on was quite alluring to say the least. Jack knew that as guy, such an image would have made him unable to control himself. Even still, as a girl he caught himself staring.
"What?" Stacey said. "Do I have a run?"
"No," Jack responded. What came out next almost surprised even himself. "Where's your blow dryer Stacey?"
"Okay, I've been thinking about this, but there's only..." Stacey checked her watch, "17 minutes left. There's no way in the world that you're going to be able to get dressed, do your hair and make-up in 17 minutes. So can you just put your hair up and start your make-up here and maybe finish it on the bus so that you have plenty of time to get dressed?"
Oddly, Jack was somewhat distressed with the idea. "Ummm, can't I just get ready here?" Jack said.
"Whatever Jana," came Stacey's reply.
With that, Stacey got up from her make-up table, brushed by Jack and went to her wardrobe closet to grab a top and skirt.
Jack looked around the floor for his underwear not sure what it would look like, but hoping that upon seeing it he would know. Stacey's room was a mess of clothing strewn all over the floor. He looked up on the walls momentarily saw posters of all sorts of pop-stars. There was Britney Spears, BSB, and few smaller pictures of some actors by the looks of it, but he did not know who exactly they were. Jack used his feet to fish through the mess of clothing on the ground.
"Jana pick up the pace please," Stacey said while fishing through her racks of clothing.
"I'm trying," Jack responded. "I just can't seem to find my underwear anywhere," his girly voice trailed off somewhat embarrassed at admitting it.
Stacey pulled on a tight royal blue top which left little to the imagination and only served to emphasize her generous bosom. After that, she exited the room and returned only moments later with a pile of clothes in her hand. She dropped them onto the bed. Jack got the impression they were his.
He sorted through the pile looking for his underwear. He didn't seem to find any, but he did find his bra. Small victories.
"Hey Jana..." Stacey spoke up, "Can I borrow that skirt you wore yesterday? You can borrow something of mine for today if you like, but that black micro-mini you wore yesterday would go perfect with this top and my hose."
"Uhh, sure Stacey, uhhh, by chance, did you see my panties when you grabbed my clothes from the other room?" Jack responded.
"Nope. Did you wear any yesterday?" Came Stacey's reply.
Jack, thought about it for a moment. He folded his arms over his chest while thinking and let out a sheepish reply: "I think I did."
"Just take a pair of mine, top left drawer," Stacey replied while pointing to a bank of drawers behind Jack. "Oh, and don't take anything that's part of a matching set." She added.
Jack riffled through the drawer, and grabbed a black cotton panty out of the drawer. He unwrapped the towel which was covering his body and pulled on the panty. It was cut quite high around the thighs, and it took a few moments to get used to the feeling. He then proceeded to pull off the towel he had wrapped around his head. His hair was still quite wet. He wrapped the black bra he had around his boobs, and leaned forward to fill cups while he reached back to fasten the catches. He was surprised at how naturally all this activities had come to him.
Stacey was putting the finishing touches on her outfit in front of the mirrored-door that was the door to her wardrobe closet. She turned Jack's way and said: "Ta Da! How do I look?" with her arms in the air.
Jack looked at Stacy moemntarily while he began searching for his hair brush. Something told him it would be in his purse, and while he had never seen it, he instantly recognized it when he saw it: it was made of a denim type material and it was a dark blue in color. It was sitting on the top of Stacey's chest of drawers with it's contents somewhat spilled out. Sorting through the mess, Jack found the brush and began brushing his hair to get the knots out of it. He looked her up and down and was impressed with what he saw, Stacey was a knockout, but he was certain that with that mini-skirt on, if Stacey bent over, she would be exposing her panties to entire school it was so short. He spoke: "don't you think the skirt is just a little too short?"
"Thanks dad!" Stacey replied sarcastically. "Geez, the week that he's gone and I don't have to sneak clothes to change into at school in my bag and I'm getting a lecture from my best friend, who, coincidentally, is like, the owner of this skirt, on whether or not it's too short."
"Sorry," Jack replied as he continued to try and get the knots out of his hair. The brush was flicking water from his wet hair everywhere.
Stacey glanced at her watch. "7 minutes, lets go!" she clapped with her hands. "Here, I'll get you some of my stuff to wear while you finish with your hair," Stacey said.
"Uh, ok," replied Jack.
Stacey riffled through her wardrobe and pulled out a denim skirt and threw it onto her bed. While Stacey sorted through her clothing, Jack grabbed the hair dryer and sat down at Stacey's make-up table and tried to dry and style his hair. It all seemed to come naturally to Jack- where he positioned the dryer, how far away, how he used the brush.
Stacey walked over and grabbed the hair dryer from Jack's hands and turned it off and set it down. She leaned down close to Jack's face and said 2 minutes, while pointing to a pile of clothes piled up on her bed. Jack somehow knew better than to question the girl and marched over to the clothes. He saw a pair of sand-colored hose sitting at the top of the pile, "You've got to be kidding!?" He said as he held them up.
Stacey stood in one spot, folded her arms and shot her a glance. "Jana, put it on!" she said.
"Why can't I just wear some blue jeans?" Jack asked.
"Have you lost it Jana? We have an image to uphold at school. Now you wore those hooker boots yesterday because you wanted to show off your legs yesterday. Now you're going to hide those boots under your jeans today?"
Jack was speechless. He just pulled on the sand-colored hose, while Stacey packed her purse up. He pulled on the top. It was a long sleeved, pink, tight, sweater with a V-neck. When he pulled on the denim skirt which came down to above the knee, Jack realized his mid-riff would be slightly exposed with how short his borrowed pink sweater was.
"Don't forget the belt," Stacey said. "It'll go with your boots."
No sooner had Jack wrapped the belt around his waist than did Stacey toss Jack his purse all packed up and ready to go and they bolted out of the room.
