Just grab a couple more things.

On the way out you can’t resist grabbing another pair of stripper heels, nude colored open toe sandals, 6” platform heels of course, and a baby pink nightie and g-string combo, just to sleep in. You pay the woman, she gives you her business card and you head into the night sky dressed for a cool party that doesn’t exist. But it is very late and you have a lot to do before class, and only a Sunday to do it.

The drive home in such high heels proves much easier than you expected, and you have to adjust the seat, something you haven’t done since buying the car. More evidence that something weird is going on. You sneak into your room as not to wake Lisa, packages in hand. You make more noise than you would have wanted, but she doesn’t say anything if she woke up. As you sit on the bed, the exhaustion of the long day catches up to you. You hang the dress, pack away the few clothes you have, and slip on the pink nightie. Sleep comes quickly.

You wake to the sound of Lisa getting ready for work at about 9am, far to early after such a late night. You don’t bother to get out of bed, just adjust the covers, set an alarm for noon, and close your eyes.

A bit later you wake again as your bedroom door opens. Lisa stands there dressed in her work uniform, somewhere called “Charlie’s” she is cuter than you imagined, long brown hair, pulled back into a simple ponytail, deeply tanned skin, a couple of tattoos on her arms, black gauges in her ears, and a ring in her nose. “You dyed your hair, cute. I know you were going through my clothes yesterday, and I’m fine with that, but don’t touch my fancy dresses, they were really expensive. I get it, some dudes stole your shit, so if you want to borrow an outfit I’m fine with that, just not the expensive dresses, okay?”

“Okay, sorry. I was just admiring them. I got a sexy gold dress last night, you can borrow it too if you want.”

“Thanks, I’ll take a look at it later, pretty cool that we are about the same size I guess. I gotta go. I made bacon, eggs, and toast, if you want some.”

You watch her leave. Perky ass. Nice legs. 5’6” maybe, you guess…. “Same size? She was small. I was 5’ 11” in high school, wasn’t I?” You sit up. “Am I crazy?” License, my license will have my height and weight. But that can wait a bit longer. The clock reads 9:30. Maybe a bit more sleep.