Jimmy's got plans

''Heather?'', Jimmy's mom called out from the other side of the door. ''Are you alright there?''

You and Jimmy, or rather, Heather, looked at each other and froze. You slap Heather on the arm, and to your relief, Jimmy realized that he must answer. ''Yeah mum!'', Heather shouted, her hand reached to her clothes on the floor. No telling what chaos would erupt if Mrs. Wilson saw her eldest daughter, stark naked with his son's friend. Out from the corner of your eyes, you spied the pen and quickly grabbed it. Heather, practically scrambled to get her clothes on again.

''You know your brother don't like it when you go through his stuff.'', Mrs Wilson's voice was heard again. Heather frantically fumbled with her bra.

''He said okay!'', Heather shouted, she threw the bra behind Jimmy's bed, hidden away from view. She picked up her panties and swiftly pulled it up to her crotch, before starting on the tank top and blouse, before at least the jeans fit snugly on her.

''Hi Mrs. Wilson.'', you gave a nervous grin when Mrs. Wilson ran out of patience and burst inside the room. She smiled at you, before addressing what seemed to be her daughter. ''Mom?'', Heather looked at her, hiding the obvious adrenaline rush. ''Where's Jimmy?'', Mrs. Wilson said.

''He might be out for a while.'', you spoke up before Heather could. Heather just nodded in agreement, her eyes wander to her reflection on a full length mirror. The clothes were a bit crumpled, but she managed to get decent in such a short time.

Mrs. Wilson shot a subtle but piercing glare at Heather, whom got the message and scoot outside promptly. ''I'm sure he'll be back soon.'', you smiled, pocketing the pen. ''Alright then.'', she then disappeared with Heather.

As soon as you heard the door clicked, breathing a sigh of relief, you took out the pen and examined it further.

***

''That was close.'', Heather giggled as she got back to you.

''So... how does it feel?'', you asked.

''Amazing dude! It's like I'm her!'', Heather exclaimed. ''Wait! I AM her!''

''Can you... like... access her memories and stuffs?'', you remembered about a story you've read in Writing.com. Funnily, somehow the events that unfold before your eyes seemed to bear resemblance to the rather surreal things that happened in a story you've just read.

''What?'', Heather looked at you quizzically, ''No dude, I don't think so...''

''I see...''

''This' great, but I'm thinking of moving up.'', a very Jimmy-esque grin popped up on Heather's face. ''It's like, she's still my sister dude.''

You raised an eyebrow, just moments ago, he was having fun with Heather's features. You threw the pen to her, ''So, what do you want?''