Your place sounds best

Although you don't know your sister's schedule and going home is likely to cause some odd feelings you tell Trish that a quick trip back to your place is probably the best plan. There's just too much useful stuff you forgot at home.

Trish puts the last few touches on your makeup and then takes your seat in front of the mirror and quickly touches herself up. While she leaves the room looking quite natural you leave it looking a little glammed up, like you were heading out to a party. On the ride over to your place you keep staring at yourself in the little mirror on the flip down visor. You're still having a hard job accepting the fact you're a woman. The small changes added by the makeup fascinate you - so little lipstick and pigment and it makes you look so much hotter. It's clear the crash course Trish received from her mother was highly effective.

You have Trish park a little way down the street, just in case Gwen is home. It feels strange turning the key in the lock. Last time you did this you were coming home after some grocery shopping. Now it feels like you're breaking into someone else's house. You grip the set of clothes your sister gave you tightly, then push inside. The house is dead quiet so you motion for Trish to come with you and lead her up to your room.

Trish takes in your room and says, "Ok, what are you most likely to have been doing? What would your parents and sister think? Oh, any other family?"

You're a bit confused by the questions, but you try to answer. "Uh, sometimes I go out camping. Or I visit our cottage. My parents are off on vacation, so they won't be back for about a week and a half. My sister doesn't usually care where I go, but she's probably going to think cottage. Cameron, that's my older brother, is busy working and moved out a while ago, so he probably won't know anything is wrong until Gwen tells him."

"Perfect," says Trish. "Now we just grab all the stuff you would normally take out to the cottage and bam - instant excuse."

"Wait. Why do I have to fake being off at the cottage? I mean, maybe I should just tell Gwen."

"Two reasons I can come up with right now: Your story is crazy and, more importantly, possession is 9/10ths of the law." She pulls over your backpack and starts looking for other stuff to take. "Face it, no matter how things go it's better if the money in your bank account winds up with you. Maybe your family will believe you, maybe your family will think you grew up as 'Jane' rather than John, but maybe they won't believe you. Maybe they'll be magically made not to believe you. If that happens you become the last girl to see John alive."

"But I can't get all that money! I can't walk in to the bank as John Doe. It might as well be on the moon."

Trish smiles and says, "Now here's why it's so handy you ran into me. I know all the wrong people and I've picked up all sorts of dirty tricks. Let me show you what you can do with the magic of wire transfers."

It takes about half an hour to set up a whole batch of wire transfers. Even though you're pretty smart Trish has to hold your hand through some of it. She also has to look some stuff up, but she knows where to go and what she's aiming for. Finally you have most of the money you saved for college queued up to be sent out over the next several days, to be picked up at different moneychangers and check cashing stores around the city, all in amounts too small to raise red flags. You feel a bit like a secret agent even if it was your girlfriend who did most of the work.

Your backpack ends up stuffed with snacks, three sets of clothes you tend to wear up at the cottage, your multitool, loads of other useful items plus your backup hard drive, itself stuffed to the gills with everything digital you think you might need. Once again that strange feeling hits you - you stand there looking over your room, the place you grew up, and feel like you don't belong.

Trish helpfully snaps you out of your reverie by firmly groping your ass. When you let out a little "Eep!" she snickers and asks if you want to give your bed a little use before you go. Then she moves right behind you and cups your breasts from behind. "Or would you prefer to fuck on your parent's bed? Maybe your sister's bed?"

You try desperately to argue, but Trish is getting better at starting your engine. Or maybe you're getting sluttier. A shiver runs down your back - what else could that tattoo be doing? Regardless, it will take some expert persuasion to convince Trish to leave the house without first leaving another deposit inside you.