Shopping in Devon's body.

Despite the emotional setback after learning that I will be trapped inside this black man's body for at least two more days, I actually feel quite relieved. At the very least, now I know what I'm dealing with. I'm not in the dark anymore, and that makes a big difference.

With a decisive push, I jolt forward from the bed and walk back to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror to look at my reflection with a frown.
I know it's been a while, but I still can't help the uneasiness in my stomach when I stare at the face of the man who robbed me, a feeling worsened by the knowledge that I'm living inside the flesh of that same man, controlling and feeling it as my own.
I lean over and rub a hand over Devon's cheek, oddly shocked at how his ebony brown skin feels like actual skin instead of some kind of alien fabric. There might just be a part of my brain that it's still struggling to process my new looks and thinks I'm wearing some kind of costume.

I just wish Devon's looks weren't so... mid. I mean, I'm not asking for some Chadwick Boseman, but my lips are way too big, and it looks like I could fit two fingers into each one of my nostrils. Not to mention these awful dreadlocks...

I let out a sigh of resignation. Then, I take my toothbrush, apply a bit of toothpaste and start brushing my new teeth as carefully as I can.

"Uuuungfh..." I groan.
Was my toothpaste always this strong? It seems my new body doesn't like the taste of eucaliptus. Add that to the increasing list of inconveniences.

Oh, well...

After I finish, I spit and rinse my mouth. Then, in a fit of pure curiosity, I stick out my new tongue in front of the mirror, just to take a look at it.

"Ouagh?(What?)" I put the tongue back in, then stick it out once again.

What the hell? It's so long it's almost reaching past my chin! Just what's up with this bastard and his stupid genetics? It's not only his dick but also his tongue?

I move the tongue side to side and then up, to see if I can somehow reach the tip of my nose. However, it seems like I absolutely underestimated its reach, because I accidentally end up licking the whole dome, and even getting some of it into the nostril.

"Guugh!! Pfeh!" I spit in the basin. "Urk! I can't believe I did thaaat..."

Now I have Devon's saliva all over my nose. Holy crap, it's so disgusting. And why does it smell so different from my own?
I spend a few moments washing my new face with water until I suddenly find myself laughing, feeling unexpectedly lighthearted.

No way. Don't tell me I'm actually having fun right now...? Dude, human psyche is so weird sometimes.

Anyway! I shouldn't distract myself any further. I gotta prepare.

To summarize: I'll be spending a few days stuck in this crook's body, and I can't ask any more wishes for the time being since I want to save energy.
However, my fridge is almost empty, and I have no clothes fitting for my host.

"I need to get groceries!" I exclaim hands on hips as if I were addressing an audience. Then I remember that it's almost 7:30pm, and the convenience store closes at 8:30pm. "Right. NOW!" I add.

I quickly put on some socks and my worn-out brown shoes, which end up being uncomfortably small for Devon's feet. But I'll just have to bear with it, since there is no way I'm wearing those smelly snickers he was originally wearing.

Man, I must look like a dork right now in my old white t-shirt and sporting these old-fashoned shoes plus some grey tracksuit pants with a very conspicuous bulge running down along the left inner thigh, which I honestly don't know how to hide.

"...Maybe I shouldn't have shrunk the shirt after all." I say while awkwardly scratching the back of my head.

I just wished this oversized piece of meat stopped reminding me of its presence every damn time I take a step forward. It's an absolute chore to be an heterosexual man and having to deal with another dude's private parts constantly rubbing and bumping against my thigh. It makes me want to walk with my legs open like a crab, if only to avoid the touch.

"Stop thinking about this stupid dick, stop thinking about this stupid dick..." I repeat several times as if whispering a mantra. "Let's just go out and act normal. This is only routine, and there is absolutely nothing strange going on. Get to the store, then come back and chill for a few days. You can do that. Right, Mark?"

I nod to myself and grab both the keys and my wallet (I don't forget to take out and put away my original ID card, since I know very well it would be unwise to have an ID card whose photo doesn't correspond to my actual face). Then, I open the door.

And I almost bump into a girl who was just walking down the hallway.

"Ah!" She stops when she sees me coming out, looking startled.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you." I instantly spill out of pure habit.

This brunette girl is someone I'm fairly familiar with. Her name is Meilyn Banks, and she lives in the apartment right next to mine. We've been direct neighbors for the past two years. However, I don't know much about her other than that she goes to college and the fact that she has a very... 'debatable' taste for men.

I offer her an apologetic smile when I step out from the door and then turn to close it behind me. For some reason, Meilyn keeps staring at me during the whole process. It's making me a little uncomfortable.

"Have a good afternoon, Miss Banks." I say with a polite nod, then turn to leave.

"Ah! Uhm... E-Excuse me." She says before I take another step. "Do we know each other?"

I stop on my tracks with a knot in my stomach, realizing my mistake.
Did I just call her by her name?! Holy crap, I'm such an idiot! I'm in Devon's body right now. I'm not supposed to know her!

"I, uh..." I scratch the back of my head, thinking of an excuse.

"Also, you're coming out of Mark's apartment. Are you his acquaintance, or...?" She asks with her arms crossed.

"Y-Yes..." I pause for a moment, trying to gain some time to think of a plausible story. "I'm... his cousin."

"His cousin." Meilyn repeats in a deadpan voice while looking at me with a raised eyebrow, as if saying 'So you're telling me this random black dude coming out from my chubby old and very white neighbor's apartment is actually his cousin?'.

"I-I mean... that I'm married to Mark's cousin, so he also considers me his cousin." I say with a nervous laugh. "And he allowed me to stay in his home for a few days while he is away."

Meilyn seems to ponder for a few more moments before she finally responds.

"I see! Then nice to meet you, uhm..."

"D-Devon! My name is, uh... Devon... Williams."

"Well met, Devon. I'm Meilyn Banks. Mark's neighbor. But I see he already told you about me."

"Y-Yes! Yes, he did."

"Then I guess I'll see you around..."

"S-Sure! Uhm... Have a good afternoon, Miss Banks." I say as politely as I can, repeating my words from before.

She seems a bit taken aback by my demeanor, but before she has time to say anything else, I'm already walking down the hallway with my heart thumping in my chest.
Man, that was a close call. I have to be more careful with what I say to people. I can't forget that I'm not 'Mark' anymore.

Five minutes after I came out from the apartment building, I arrive to the convenience store. And the first thing I do is rushing to the clothes section and grab several boxers and trunks of different types and sizes. The reason I'm grabbing so many is because I don't know Devon's exact size and I surely as hell won't risk buying the wrong one.
After that, I fill the bag with some extra clothes following a similar criteria, and then I complete my groceries with a generous ammount of food and snacks. If I'm going to spend the next few days closed in my apartment, I might aswell enjoy myself.

When it's time to pay, I try my best to act natural, trying to appear as mild and polite as I possibly can.
However, that doesn't seem to work as intended, since the cashier girl looks strangely flustered during the whole process. Is she okay? Her eyes are constantly flickering all over the place, and she never looks me in the eyes.

I swallow saliva, with cold sweat all over my upper back. What am I doing wrong? Is it because my demeanor doesn't quite match my appearance? I know very well that my actual body is that of a black guy, the most poorly dressed black guy anyone has ever seen.
But I really don't know how to change my act. I don't think I could ever behave as Devon regardless of how much I tried.

"Uhm... that will be 253.50$" The cashier girl politely smiles at me while looking at my face for the first time. Though her eyes still flicker down from time to time.

I nod and take out my debit card. I'm not feeling comfortable at the thought of using my actual card while inside Devon's body. But the payment goes on without any issues.

After that, I grab my groceries and leave the shop. I keep thinking about my interaction with the cashier girl for another 2 minutes until I suddenly stop in my tracks.

"Ah... now I get it..." I mutter in sudden realization.
I look down with a frown on my borrowed face, at the exact point where my host's flaccid meat rod is clearly deforming my pants.

I think I now understand why the cashier girl looked so flustered.

I can't help but burst into laughter.

Oh man... this truly is a whole new experience.