This is a good look for Kirsten, I thought as I posed and snapped a few selfies. Of course, most of the looks I've tried have been good. But with a body like this underneath them all, who'd expect otherwise?
Just then, I heard noise downstairs. It sounded like a car entering the garage. My phone told me it wasn't even 8 PM yet, so unless Kirsten had left the party early... this was probably her parents, back from their dinner date.
Kirsten told me to talk to her parents as little as possible, I recalled, so I don't give away that I'm not really her. If I just stay in here, I wonder if they'll leave me alone.
"Kirsten?" called an adult male voice, muffled by the door of Kirsten's bedroom. "Where are you?"
Guess that answers my question, I thought. I opened the bedroom door and, reluctantly, called back. "I'm up here!"
"Come down and say hi to us, Kirsten," said the voice - presumably Kirsten's dad.
I descended the staircase until Kirsten's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Falk, came into view. I was nervous, but I felt like I was hiding it well enough. "Hey," I said, giving the Falks a slight smile. "Welcome back."
"Thank you," Mr. Falk said. "So, what have you been up to this evening?"
"Oh, you know," I said awkwardly. "Just, uh, hanging out in my room. Trying on an outfit or two."
"Well, this is the last Friday night you'll be stuck inside," said Mr. Falk. "Are you looking forward to next week?"
In hindsight, I should have known that Kirsten would have known what her dad was talking about, but my confusion in that moment got the better of me. "Stuck inside?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, I just meant how you're grounded," Mr. Falk said. "Until after Sunday, anyway."
"...Right," I said. "Of course." Kirsten didn't tell me she swapped with me to escape being grounded. What did she even do to get grounded?
Mrs. Falk, formerly occupied with hanging up her jacket, was now paying as much attention to me as Mr. Falk was - and both of them looked suspicious. When I heard the word "grounded," had my face conveyed as much surprise as I felt?
"Kirsten," said Mrs. Falk, "what were you grounded for?"
I was worried about what would happen if the truth came out, but at this point, I knew lying would be futile. "Fine," I said, descending the rest of the stairs. "I'm not really Kirsten. I'm Will Martin, from Kirsten's school. She convinced me to swap bodies with her. Let me explain." The Falks both looked unhappy, but not surprised.
I told the Falks the story, up until the part when Kirsten left me alone in the house. "I'm really sorry," I said. "I had no idea she was grounded. I just thought I was helping her have a fun evening." I was admittedly playing up my own innocence a bit, but I didn't want the Falks to be mad enough at me to tell my parents.
"If Kirsten really put you up to this... I hate to say it, but I don't think either of us would be surprised," said Mr. Falk, exchanging a glance with his wife. "She... has trouble taking responsibility for her actions."
"I see," I said, not knowing what else to say. "So... what do we do now?"
"First," said Mrs. Falk, looking over at her husband for confirmation, "we're going to call Kirsten home. Then, we'll put you back in your own body, and you can go home yourself." Mrs. Falk took out her phone, dialed what must have been Kirsten's number, and put the phone up to her ear.
After about fifteen seconds, Mrs. Falk's expression grew more annoyed. "It went to voicemail," she said. She tried two more times to get Kirsten to pick up, but to no avail. The third time, she left Kirsten a message, but I don't know if any of us expected it to matter.
"I guess we'll just have to wait for her to come home," Mr. Falk said.
And so we waited. And waited. The Falks and I made a bit of awkward small talk to pass the time, but we couldn't keep it up for long, and I switched over to just playing around on my phone. As the hours passed, Mrs. Falk tried calling and texting Kirsten some more, but the texts went unread and the calls unanswered. Midnight came and went, leaving the three of us increasingly tired. Around 1 AM, I realized I was starting to nod off on the couch I had been sitting on.
"Will, would you like to stay the night in Kirsten's room?" said Mr. Falk, noticing my predicament.
"Honey?" said Mrs. Falk, apparently surprised by the suggestion.
"We can't just send him home in our daughter's body," Mr. Falk said, "and it doesn't look like he can stay up much longer." He had a point - even about the second thing, I had to admit. If I was in my own body, I didn't think I'd have this much trouble staying awake, but maybe Kirsten hadn't been sleeping as well as me.
"He can stay, then," said Mrs. Falk. "But I'd rather he slept in the guest room."
"Fine by me," I said. "Thanks, guys." At this point, I was just happy I'd get to sleep in a dark room with a real bed. "Can I at least grab Kirsten's pajamas from her room, though? And a change of clothes for tomorrow?"
"Go ahead," said Mr. Falk. "After that, we'll show you to the guest room." If Mrs. Falk was inclined to object, she didn't bother.
Back in Kirsten's room, I put away the clothes I had taken out of her closet for dress-up purposes, fighting the haze of drowsiness to put everything back in the right places. I also got together an outfit for tomorrow - a simple striped shirt, pants, socks, a bra, and panties. Nothing fancy, since I didn't have the mental energy for fashion design right now.
I then got out what I had been assuming were Kirsten's pajamas. In the process of changing into them, I did end up fully naked at one point, but I wasn't in the right mood for my bare tits to titillate me.
A few minutes later, I was in the guest room's bed - freshly made by Mrs. Falk - with the lights out. Now that I was finally alone with my thoughts, I felt some worries manifesting. Not severe enough that they kept me awake for more than a couple extra minutes, I figure, but not nothing either. When Kirsten got those calls from her mom, didn't it occur to her that she was probably busted? If it did, then why was she digging herself deeper by ignoring her mom? Why wasn't she back yet? Just what was she getting up to in my body?
(Continued in Part 3.)
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