Going home

John grabbed the key and skipped to the exit, excited that he may change back soon. He met up with Sara and they went to the car.
"So, what were you up to?"
"Just getting a personal item."
"If you needed a tampon, I could have hooked you up girl," replied Sara
John blushed, "Thanks girl, but I'm ok. Look, can we swing by your dad's? I want to say hi to him, since I said hi to your mom. Keep it fair, you know? If you need to drop me off because you are busy, I totes understand."
"Amy, my aunt Judy said he was out, but we can double check. Let's stop in, I'll text him." Sara sent a message at the next red light. Several minutes later, they were at John's apartment. Sara knocked loudly. "No answer."
"Brad said he leaves a key somewhere, let me grab it," offered John, pretending to get the key from under a rock outside the complex and came back to unlock the door. The two girls went in. Sara went to the boxes of mementos, while John grabbed his phone, wallet and keys. He placed them in the adorbs purse he was holding. He then joined Sara by the boxes.
"There is some old stuff in here. Brad's cub scout uniform? I need to bring this home to show him. Oh, my dance outfit. I think this is Grandma's pin! I need to bring this too."
"I'm sure she'd want you to have it," said John.
"Me too. I'm going to grab a duffle bag to bring some stuff back to the house, " said Sara was she went into the bedroom. John could hear her moving stuff around. He looked around the room, trying to find something he wore before the change. He had to follow Sara into the bedroom, since the rest of the place was a bust. He was about to go through his dresser when Sara grabbed his wrist, "Com'on. Help me out here." John was dragged into the living room and helped his daughter put some family mementos into the bag.
"Want anything of your dad's?" asked John
"Na, I can grab that in the next load. Let's go home, chicka" said Sara as she opened the door.
"One moment, I need to use the little girl's room, " stalled John. Going into the bathroom. He pulled down his jeans and sat down. He put his elbow on his thigh, and his head on his fist, thinking about how to get something. He wiped his privates and stood up. He had to wiggle a bit to get the jeans back up before washing his hands. He looked at his reflection, admiring the beauty of the face for a moment while fixing his pony tail. He stepped back and made sure he was put together, admiring his sexy ass, before stepping out of the bathroom. Sara was distracted in the kitchen, so he took advantage of the opportunity to get into his bedroom, grabbed a pair of boxers and put them into his purse, noting he needed less ratty underwear after this was done. John went to the kitchen and let Sara know he was ready to go. Sara was telling the stories of some of the items she brought with her. John was equal parts happy she was interested, and part bored because he already knew what he was being told. Pulling up at Rachel's, the two got out of the car and went into the house. Sara immediately started to share her spoils with the family, allowing John to sneak upstairs. He went into Sara's room, took out the phone. He saw the message from Sara, several from Judy and a couple from the guys at work. The texts from Judy wre about some girl breaking into his apartment, but she took care of it. The last message was this morning. John texted back thanking his sister for kicking out the "slut," and that he would be back soon. He thought the nails would slow him down, but there was no issue. The guys from work were going out for a drink, and he replied he would try to make it tonight. As he was putting down his phone, it buzzed. Judy asked it he was felling well, between being away and the emojis he used. John looked back, realizing he used a few in his response to her. He'd have to be more careful, so he just responded with text saying he was ok and mentioned calling soon. He put the phone down, and took out the boxers. Then came the medallion. After a long 27 hours, he was going to be himself again.