Piper and Miranda swap

Piper stared at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't believe she'd agreed to this insane plan. She touched her chin, felt the rough, coarse hair covering it. She'd never stayed a man long enough for stubble to grow it, but here she was. Miranda insisted she shave, otherwise her parents wouldn't approve of her. Of course she had lots of experience shaving her own legs and pits, but shaving a man's face just felt so...different. She was worried she'd cut herself and end up looking like some adolescent boy playing with his dad's razor.

Luckily that didn't happen and she made it through in one piece. She wasn't sure about the rest of the week though. How was she supposed to bond with Miranda's dad without fucking everything up? She had no idea how to be a man, much less a macho one. Honestly Miranda was just expecting way to much from her. Piper had warned her many times, if things went south, it wasn't her fault.

After shaving she went downstairs to join the family for breakfast. She hadn't seen Miranda since last night, her parents insisted they sleep in separate rooms. She would have felt awkward enough staying at a friend's parents house in her own body, but it was ramped up to 11 as the mysterious boyfriend. To make matters worse, Miranda wasn't in the kitchen as Piper came downstairs, the only one around was her dad.

"Zeke, good morning. Coffee?" Her father asked.

Piper smiled shyly, "Yes Sir, I'd love some."

"Help yourself, there's nearly a full pot there, mugs in the cupboard above."

Piper found a mug and poured herself a coffee. She was about to ask about cream and sugar, but worried that he would think men are supposed to drink it black. She took a tentative sip, actually that wasn't so bad. She sat down at the table across from him.

"Ah, you take it black I see. Good man. Now don't worry about breakfast, the girls went out to grab something from a place around the corner. I suspect they'll be back soon. Just relax, here," He took a section out of the newspaper he was reading and pushed it across the table, "I'm done with the sports section."

Piper took it, "Uh yes, thank you. I'd love to read about sports." She felt like a robot saying that, but Miranda had told her to pretend, so pretend she would. She might not really know anything about sports, but it was still English, wasn't it?

After being sacked twice, the quarterback showed resilience...wow, he got hit in the balls? That sounds painful...but is that really newsworthy? Piper had yet to experience that particular male sensation, and frankly had no desire to do so. She shook her head and read on. She couldn't believe people actually enjoyed this, but she tried to memorize a few things in case Miranda's father asked about them.

"Shame about the Patriots, I'm originally from Boston you know, they just can't get it together this season."

Piper froze. Patriots...she'd seen that word somewhere, ah, there, "Yes. That was a tough loss to the...um...Buffaloes."

"Oh ya. It just hasn't been the same since Brady retired."

"Uh, yes Sir. All downhill from there." Hopefully that was true, she really had no idea.

"Ah no need to call me sir, not that I don't like it. Call me Dan."

"Alright Dan, so what brought you from Boston to here?"

"What else?" He winked, "A woman. Speaking of, what exactly are your intentions..."

Before he could finish the front door opened and Miranda and her mom entered, "We have breakfast!"

Piper internally swore thanks to whatever God had timed their return. She did not want to have that conversation with 'Dan'. They ate breakfast in relative peace, until it came time to discuss plans for the day.

"Zeke, I've booked us a tee time for 9am. Don't worry, you can use my spare clubs. Miranda tells me you play."

She does? Fuck. "Uh yes Sir. Dan. That sounds fun." No it doesn't. Miranda!

"Yes, you two will have a great time, I'm sure," Miranda said smiling, "Zeke, let's upstairs. I want to make sure you dress appropriately."

Miranda led her upstairs and to her bedroom. Once there Piper unloaded, "Miranda, I've never been golfing before. Why would you tell him I'm good at it?"

Miranda walked over to her purse and pulled out a stack of polaroid's, "Cause I'm going to go instead." She started stripping and once naked, tapped a polaroid. She transformed into a twin of Piper's current body, "You can be me instead." She carefully held out a photograph of herself.

Piper sighed and stripped down. She was just along for the ride at this point. She tapped the photo and became Miranda, "So you are going to pretend to be your own boyfriend and go golfing with your dad. And I'm supposed to fool your mom into thinking I'm you?"

Miranda giggled, an action that did not suit her male physique at all, "It'll be fine. She's kind of a bimbo. We're supposed to go to the spa all day. Just make up lots of details about our sex life and you'll be fine."

"Our...sex life..."

"Yep. She's keen to get all the juicy details. Don't worry, I totally overshare with her. Just have fun with it."

Miranda groaned and started getting dressed in Miranda's clothes, "I have a bad feeling about this."