He woke up with his phone ringing.
“Where are you, Leslie?” It was Marcia.
“Uh, sorry, I must’ve overslept. I was taking a nap in my car. I’ll be right there.”
“What did you do with Stacy? Why is she texting me some weird things?”
That’s right, Stacy would obviously text Marcia, not me… thought Leslie quickly. What had Stacy texted?
Before Leslie could answer, Marcia just told him to hurry up. She wanted to go back asap.
Putting his phone in his backpack, he ran to the meeting point.
After a few awkward moments in the ladies bathroom, Leslie and Marcia were back in their original forms. Oddly, it felt good to be back in his own skin, even if it was his female form.
They had exchanged very few words, there was some tension in the air, and having to wear the other woman’s underwear and clothes, still warm, didn’t help.
“Uhm… thanks, I guess, and sorry for swapping with Stacy…” said Leslie finally.
“Yeah… ditto… now explain to me why Stacy wants to meet to talk about what happened last night?”
Seeing no point in hiding the truth, Leslie told her. They had had sex.
“What the fuck? Why Leslie, why would you do that? I’m not into women? I thought you were not into other women? What the fuck? What will I do now?”
“I’m sorry, Marcia. We swapped back and then one thing led to the other… before I could think Stacy was going down on me…” saying it made Leslie blush at the memory.
“Argh, whatever… I’ll deal with this… see you later, I’m late for class.” With that, she left.
Leslie, alone in the bathroom, was finally able to check his phone. Some texts from family and friends, Samantha asking if she still had a sister, and a message from John. More than one actually.
“Leslie, last night was amazing. Let me take you out for dinner tonight. My treat.”
“What the fuck did Marcia do?” He said out loud.
