Consequences - Part 6 of 9

"This was great," Jack said as we stood together on the sidewalk in front of his house.

"Yeah," I said. "As always."

Instead of saying goodbye and parting ways with me, Jack just stood there for a moment. Then he chuckled a bit and shook his head. "I don't want to leave," he said. "I don't want to leave you so soon."

This was a busy time of the school year for both Jack and me. Final essays, exams, and projects from a lot of our classes were bearing down on us. Even though there was no school today, we had both figured we could only take enough time off from studying for a short date. We got some ice cream and strolled around in the early June sun for a bit, but apparently, it had all just left Jack wanting more. And honestly, I felt the same.

Consequences - Part 5 of 9

For three months, I did as I planned: trying to act a little flirty toward Jack without being too blatant, and paying close attention to him in search of attempts to flirt back - or evidence that he was pursuing someone else. I got nothing out of him, though. As far as I could tell, his romantic life was the same as it had been for years: nonexistent. During that time, I did get asked out by someone else from our school, but I rejected him - not least because he kept calling me Kirsten, but also because my feelings for Jack weren't going anywhere.

One Thursday evening in January, I decided that I had waited long enough. I was tired of pining for Jack without doing anything about it, especially since I had plenty going for me: already being his long-time friend, not competing for his affections with anyone else (that I knew of), and, well, having the body of a beautiful girl (in most people's eyes, at least). Plus, the longer I waited, the more opportunity I gave the rest of the world to give me some competition. I resolved to ask Jack out after school the next day.

Consequences - Part 4 of 9

GAME!

Greninja wins!

"In your faces," I said, satisfied with myself. It had been a few days since I swapped with Kirsten, and I was hanging out with a few of my friends after school.

"I never thought Kirsten Falk would beat me in Smash," Jack said.

"I know, right?" said Ben. "I got personally Smashed by her twice!"

"I was this close to Smashing her," said Oliver, "but then Jack beat me to it."

"I'm not deaf to your little insinu-endos," I said in mock disgust. "You all can suck my dick."

"What dick?" Oliver said.

"I know. Realized as soon as I said it," I said. I paused for a moment. "But you guys know I'm not really Kirsten, right?"

Consequences - Kirsten's Night Out

(This is a side story from Kirsten's perspective, taking place before Part 3.)

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I stood atop the front steps of Kayla's house, my car parked nearby. I took out my phone, opened the camera app, and switched it to selfie mode. Will Martin's face looked back at me from the screen. Unsightly, but probably the best I could've done for tonight. I snapped a picture and sent it to Kayla, accompanied by the message "Guess who?"

 

Soon after, the front door opened to reveal Kayla. "Eww. Who are you wearing?" she said, twisting her face into an exaggerated expression of disgust.

I giggled, pretty sure that was a joke. "Sorry about the body," I said. "I needed to swap with someone who didn't have anything better to do tonight than be a decoy."

"Don't worry about it," Kayla said, stepping back to let me inside. "It's not like any randos are going to see us with Will Martin."

Consequences - Part 3 of 9

I awoke, the sensations of Kirsten's body quickly reminding me of what happened last night. I reached for my phone and checked the time - past 9:30 AM. I was grateful that Mr. and Mrs. Falk had let me get in a full night's sleep, instead of waking me up when Kirsten came home. Either that, or Kirsten hadn't come home, and she and my body were still missing...

I took off Kirsten's pajamas and threw on the set of her clothes that I had set aside for myself. Unlike the first time I fully changed clothes in this body, I was awake enough that I couldn't help but appreciate the sight of its smooth skin and feminine curves laid bare. As I put on my bra - which took me well over a minute, not at all to my surprise - I resisted the urge to cup Kirsten's breasts in my hands.

As I exited the guest room, intending to use the bathroom, I heard a TV on downstairs, but I couldn't make out any real voices accompanying it. After I relieved myself and washed my hands, I splashed a bit of water on my face, but I didn't attempt any washing up beyond that. I didn't even know which toothbrush or hairbrush was Kirsten's.

Now, I was ready to head downstairs and check in with the Falks, assuming they were there. Guided by the sound of the TV, I found them soon enough - but the figure seated on the sofa near them made my borrowed heart skip a beat. It was my body, but in a neck brace, and with its right arm in a cast!