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!

Mrs. Falk spotted me immediately, and turned the TV off with a remote. "Good morning, Will," she said. Mr. Falk followed her gaze to me, and Kirsten in my body probably would have done so too - if she was able to turn her head.

"Kirsten, what did you do?!" I exclaimed. "Sorry," I immediately said, addressing Mrs. Falk. "Good morning." I realized that, while I was fine on sleep-energy now, I felt low on food-energy. This situation was stressful enough on its own, but I seemed to be hangry on top of it.

"She crashed her car into a tree late last night," Mrs. Falk said. "After you went to bed, we got a call from the ER. They identified Kirsten using her wallet."

"Jeez," I said, kind of shaken. "Well, at least you weren't killed," I continued, addressing Kirsten. "Did you get drunk or something? Was there booze at the party?"

"She says no," Mrs. Falk said.

"I see," I said, "but why isn't she telling me this?"

"Broken rib," Kirsten said weakly. "Kinda hurts to talk."

I produced an involuntary, frustrated growl. "Is... is it alright if I get some breakfast before we talk about this more?" I said. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"No, we understand," said Mr. Falk. "Here, I'll make it for you."

"Thank you," I said. I figured Mr. and Mrs. Falk must have felt really bad for me, considering my body could have been killed, and - oh, God - I was going to be crippled for weeks after being swapped back into it. Now that I thought about just how much my situation sucked, though, I couldn't feel bad about taking advantage of the Falks' generosity.

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After Mr. Falk loaded me up with bacon and eggs, I returned to the TV room and sat down in a chair near the three Falks' sofa. This time, they were just using their phones - one-handed, in Kirsten's case. Once they saw I was back, they put them away.

"So what happens now?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Well, first..." said Mrs. Falk. "Kirsten, you need to apologize to Will. If it's too hard to speak, you can send him a text message."

"No, I can speak," said Kirsten, her voice soft. "I'm sorry, Will."

"For what?" Mrs. Falk nudged.

"For getting your body hurt," said Kirsten. Her eyes flitted over to her mother, then back. "And for not telling you I was grounded." Another back-and-forth flit. "And, uh, for getting you involved in this whole thing." Yet another flit. Mrs. Falk's expression must have shifted slightly, because Kirsten stopped there.

I knew I could have said the apology was accepted, but that felt too dishonest. Instead, I just gave a nod.

Seeing this, Mrs. Falk continued. "And what are you sorry to us for, Kirsten?" she asked.

"I'm sorry for trying to escape my grounding," Kirsten said. "And for crashing the car you bought for me."

Mr. and Mrs. Falk looked at each other, seeming to talk telepathically for a second or two. "Kirsten," Mr. Falk said, "we're going to have to extend your grounding indefinitely. And needless to say, we're taking your swapping privileges away as well. You need to understand that there are consequences to your actions. Now let's go down and swap you and Will back."

Now that the moment had come, I felt compelled to act on thoughts that had been stewing in me since breakfast. "Wait," I said. "Why should I have to be stuck with what she did to my body?"

"Do you have another option in mind?" Mr. Falk asked me.

"Actually, I might," I said.

"Kirsten," Mrs. Falk said, "go to your room while we discuss this." Kirsten obeyed, looking visibly worried.

I took out my phone. "I'll also need to run this by my own parents," I said.

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I stood a few steps behind Mr. and Mrs. Falk as the latter knocked on Kirsten's door. After a few seconds, Kirsten opened it. Her door was placed such that I couldn't see her face, but if I were her - in a different sense, I mean - I'd have been nervous.

"Kirsten," Mrs. Falk said, "we agree with Will that it's not fair for him to suffer because of your poor decisions. Those decisions were yours, so you will bear their consequences. Besides staying grounded and losing your swapping privileges, you will remain in Will's body for two months. That's the minimum amount of time we need to be sure its injuries have fully healed."

"Two months?!" Kirsten cried. "You can't do this to me!" I winced sympathetically, imagining that it must have hurt for Kirsten to speak that loud.

"There's one caveat, though," Mr. Falk said. "Your seventeenth birthday is only about a month away, and we promised that if you had at least a B- in every class by then, we'd buy you something expensive. If you want, that thing could be a permanent new body from the swap market - or we could pay Will to swap back with you early. We talked to the ER doctors, and you should recover enough to go back to school within a week, so you'll have time to improve your grades if you need to." The Falks had told me that they were prepared to spend tens of thousands of dollars on Kirsten's birthday gift, whatever it may be. With that kind of money, I could take a serious chunk out of my eventual student debt - or even buy a new body myself, if I wasn't content to return to the mediocrity of my original one.

"Oh," Kirsten said quietly. There was silence for a moment. "Will can have my body, then," she decided. "I'll just get a better one."

"If you get good grades," Mr. Falk said.

"If I get good grades," Kirsten confirmed. "But I promise I will. Um... thanks... for telling me." A couple of seconds later, I heard the door close.

This was the other outcome I had planned for, and in my book, it was no worse than the first. Not only was I going from an average guy to one of the school's hottest girls, but if Kirsten followed through - and I was betting she would, to escape my old body as soon as possible - then I could stay that way for as long as I wanted! It was easy to imagine that in Kirsten's position, I'd focus on getting this body back and not even bother with the swap market - but the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, I figured, with bodies at least as much as anything else.

Mr. Falk turned his attention to me. "She'll probably want some alone time to process everything," he said, "but after she lets us in her room again, we'll get you everything you need to take care of her body. In the meantime, could you get what she needs for yours?"

"No problem," I said. "I'll walk home and get my parents' help moving all my clothes and stuff over here."

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A few hours later, I was back in my own room, my blonde hair brushed, my face properly washed, and my closet full of Kirsten's clothes. I need to get a full-length mirror in here too, I thought to myself, now that I have this new body to appreciate. As I laid back in my desk chair, my body spread out before my eyes, I couldn't help but grin. After all, I was living a dream that most guys never dared to make more than an idle fantasy. Kirsten Falk's stunning body was all mine! I felt a bit guilty that, because of my suggestion, Kirsten was stuck in my body while I was enjoying hers - but she deserved to deal with those injuries a lot more than I did.

Now that I had to take care of this body long-term, I couldn't reasonably be stopped from seeing or touching any part of it - which was the perfect excuse to explore it to my heart's content. I got up and headed to the bathroom, intent on disrobing and taking a nice, long shower.

Though my naked breasts and the emptiness between my legs were not new sights, exploring those areas with my hands definitely brought me new sensations. It occurred to me that before swapping into Kirsten's body, I had never seen boobs in real life, let alone touched a clitoris or stuck a body part into a vagina. It felt a bit pathetic that my first time being so intimate with a female body was just with my own - but fuck it, right? I didn't need to worry about whether I was a Virgin or a Chad anymore. I was a strong, independent woman who didn't need no manhood.

(See another perspective in the side story Kirsten's Night Out. The main story continues in Part 4.)