He leaves momentarily, returning with a bathrobe

“Wait here a moment,” says the man who I assume is a family member of Jeffrey. He leaves the room and doesn’t come back for a good five minutes. Being a good visitor, I stay put until the man comes back. When he does, he has a bundle of fabric in his hand, which he hands to me. “Here. It’s the best I can come up with. Let me step outside so you can put it on.”

The man leaves again, this time closing the door behind him. I dropped the shirt I was holding on the floor and unraveled the bundle that the man had handed me. To my surprise, the satin texture is light even in my hands and when the fabric is stretched out, I find the garment to be a bathrobe. Though, as I put it on, I find it to be a size that fits my smaller frame. And here I thought he’d give me yet another oversized piece of clothing. “I’m ready,” I call out.

The man comes back in, a smile on his face seeing that I’m properly covered with the bathrobe. Or is his smile because I fill in nicely in the garment? “I assume this is alright for you?” he asks.

“This works. I might not be able to get out of your house dressed like this,” I mentioned.

“You’re a visitor. Whether you’re welcome or unwanted, remains to be seen,” the man says.

“Let’s hope it’s the former,” I say. “Say, what kind of errand is Jeffrey on?”

“I sent him to the airport to pick up my brothers. He thought I was going to do it, but my back has been hurting lately. It’s just an hour away, but considering it’s rush hour right now, it could be a three hour round trip,” he explains.

“Three hours is just about all the time I have left before I transform back. And poor Jeffrey, he seemed eager to have fun with me,” I state.

“This is X-Change you’re going on about? Jeffrey gave you a pill?” the man asks.

I tell him the events that led me here at his house, where Jeffrey offers me a pill out of the blue. I mentioned that we were just about to start our fun when he came home, leading me to hide in Jeffrey’s closet.

“I don’t know if I should say I’m sorry I interrupted your fun, but Jeffrey should’ve known his uncles were flying in. I will apologize for this… here I am talking to you when I don’t know your name.”

“I’m Charles,” I tell him my name, but stop myself when I hear my mouth uttering my male name. “I guess in this case, I’m Charlene.”

“Charlene. I’m Robert,” he introduces himself. I shake his hand, impressed by his firm grip and the size difference between his hand and mine.

“Nice to meet you, Robert, though I kinda wished it was in a different set of circumstances,” I say in reply. “And it would seem that in this set of circumstances, we have a dilemma.”

“Dilemma? How so?” Robert asks.

“Unless you have an idea how to babysit me,” I start, putting the word ‘babysit’ in air quotes, “I think I'll be stuck like this in your house for the next three hours.”