Jon was a little self conscious as she parked Fiona's convertible BMW outside the house of Elaina Wembley. She'd spent the afternoon exploring her own split level modern house, where she'd be living while being Fiona. It wasn't a mansion, but it was a large house in a somewhat nicer neighborhood than the Gibson house, somewhere for people on the rise. It was a lot of space for one person, but Jon wasn't complaining; let Fiona fight with Zoe and Mikey for showers in the morning for a little while. Elaina's house was actually only a ten minute drive away from Fiona's residence, so she'd been able to zip right over at 7 when the new women had agreed to meet.
Jon nervously stepped up to the front door and rang it, checking her appearance in the window quickly. She was still wearing the same outfit from earlier for the most part, just switching the tennis shoes for low heeled ankle boots and adding a leather jacket to hold off the evening chill. The biggest change was that she'd reapplied her makeup, taking over an hour going through her notes and watching tutorials to nail the smoky eye look and learning to apply her lip gloss correctly. She'd decided to take the plunge and learn about makeup and practice walking in heels, since she'd be needing to do both while she was Fiona.
The door swung open to reveal Elaina and Jon found herself struggling to remember the sophisticated woman before her was in fact Leonard Drullers. Elaina had discarded her blazer and Jon couldn't help but notice the subtle muscle tone of the woman's tanned arms, Huh, I suppose the transplanted education makes me good at assessing people's fitness.
"Won't you come in, Fiona?" She asked, and Jon found herself following the other woman into a comfortable modern lounge. "You can call me Jon, when we're alone, no one's likely to overhear."
Elaina shook her pretty head, "I think it's best we use the names of who we appear to be. I think to really get the most out of the program, we need to let go of who we were, and be embrace our new identities. I'm Elaina, I'm 28, a respected professor, and a woman. You're Fiona, and i think you'll enjoy yourself more if you let yourself think of yourself as such." She spoke with a crisp English accent, and the personal trainer had to wonder if that was transferred alongside her archaeology degree, or if Leonard was just good at voices.
The redhead paused, furrowing her brow in thought. This whole situation was crazy, but hadn't she enjoyed herself today. She felt good at the gym as Fiona, and part of that had certainly come from a new sense of pride in her body. Fiona's body. Sure, in the back of her mind she knew this life wasn't hers, but maybe Elaina was right. Maybe, while they were switched, she should embrace being Fiona Apollo, take pride in Fiona's accomplishments, live Fiona's life as her own. Jon, no Fiona, smiled back, "Thank you Elaina, you've put it in perspective for me."
Elaina beamed brilliantly and gestured for Fiona to sit down on the couch, while she ducked into the kitchen. She returned carrying a bottle of merlot and two glasses, "I'm glad to hear it, darling, as I figured we could engage in some refreshment that would be quite inappropriate for two teenage boys." She poured the glasses and passed one to Fiona, and the two woman shared a small toast. "Cheers!"
