This choice: In their drunken state, the men are feeling 'mischievous'. • Go Back...Chapter #5- well; one of them was anyway! by: Dave H   In their drunken state, the men are feeling 'mischievous'- well; one of them was anyway!
"Ha, ha, ha! I fooled you, john! We're staying like this!" frank slurred.
"What? You can't be serious!"
"We're drunk, and it hasn't cost us a penny to get this way! We may as well continue to experience this, as it hasn't cost us anything."
"It may not have cost YOU anything... but it has cost ME more than I want to pay!"
"You are a lucky git!"
"You have your own boobies, to play with, whenever you want!"
"Irene is NOT going to be happy with YOU, and I would hit you too, if I didn't think I would hurt myself... more than you!" john said as he examined his thin spidery hands with their red varnished finger nails.
"I will 'bitch slap' her, if she starts anything with me." Frank said as he flexed his new muscular arms and patted his own new flat belly.
"She is not going to like that...." John said, and then;
"But that is not my problem!" when he noticed that Frank was walking away, and ignoring him.
"Where are you going?"
"Home... it's been years since I've been this drunk and I need to sleep it off, or throw up, or something."
"What about me?"
"You have a very cute body! But I prefer my women to be prettier, more feminine blondes."
"Nice handbag!" John snidely said noticing what was hanging off of Franks left shoulder.
"Oh THIS... this must be YOURS!" Frank said as he opened it and drunkenly started flicking through it. "It even has YOUR keys and ID in it... now."
"That CAN'T be MINE!" John practically screamed at Frank.
"Where are you hiding your keys and stuff in that little outfit?" Frank laughed when he saw John patting the places where pockets had been on his male clothing, which because of the body swap... he was no longer wearing.
"You know that THAT isn't YOUR body?" John retaliated with.
"...."
"And you KNOW that THIS is NOT... MY body, either?"
"Yeah, I'll fix it in the morning!" Frank said, as he handed the despicable thing to John, who casually threw it over his right shoulder, after confirming that, facially and factually, THAT was his own ID - NOW.
"FRANK?"
"I said... 'In the morning!'" Frank said as he slumped against the door, before the thing 'magically' opened and there was Irene lovingly helping Frank into the house. She noticed John and said,
"Hi honey. Thanks for taking him out and getting him drunk. As you know, this will be the last time that I will ask you to dress cheap and to do that with him. See you tomorrow afternoon and say hi to Rachel for me!"
John tried to follow them but a combination of trying to move in a drunk body and wearing high heels was too much for him and he ended up sprawled in a heap in the gutter, with parts of his body, his right moob, continuing to wobble long after his left chest bump had hit the road surface.
John wanted to bang on Frank's door, but the last thing that his neighbours needed to hear... was what he wanted to say to him.
He was also curious about what Irene had said to John... it definitely wasn't her idea for them to be this drunk. It was an accidental fluke shot on the drunken couple, by Frank... with Frank's thing.
John awkwardly clambered up, and, unintentionally, snapping the heel on his right high heel. He staggered upright and stumbled towards his own front door. Where he really had to look closely at his keys and carefully insert them into the locks after retrieving them from his handbag, after double checking his pockets... which still weren't there.
Upon entering the living room John caught his left heel on the rug and collapsed onto the couch.
He looked dumbly at the blank TV screen for a while before he decided that it needed to have moving images on it; so he turned it on.
The next thing he was aware of, was the long continuous beep that was the only thing they broadcast, at that time of night.
THAT and the desperate need to use the toilet.
John rushed into the downstairs toilet, still hobbling on his broken heels, where, reaching for his zip with his right hand; it met nothing but smooth material covering a flat empty crotch.
He almost threw up when he realised that the girlie emptiness that was now all that there was between his legs meant that he would have to sit down like a girl and probably have to wipe after-wards; also like a girl.
John felt a masculine shame as he pulled his mini skirt up and his panties down, then he felt humiliated as he sat on the seat, like he was about to do a number 2, but he wasn't; the number 1 was all he had to do.
As soon as his ass hit the seat, he was spraying into the pan; and it ended quite suddenly.
While waiting to continue peeing john was looking at his feet in their little girlie prisons and he decided to free his feet. Eventually, after staring at the messy mass of straps and buckles, he determined which ones he had to undo and he finally did so... freeing his little girlie feet with their red varnished toe nails.
That made him cringe; his fingernails were also manicured and painted in the same shade of red as his little girlie - what did Rachel call them? - Pedicured toe nails... on his little girlie 'size 3' feet - that was what was written on the outer soles of the shoes.
John drunkenly watched his red painted toe nails, as he drummed his toes on the new old rug that was there, before getting bored, and he grabbed a large handful of toilet roll and quickly wiped his interesting new plumbing.
He was still getting the in and out feeling when he looked at his feminine crotch, it is just that... when his mind said out, his crotch said in; and he began to dry heave.
Quickly pulling his thong up he decided against pulling his skirt down and he flushed the toilet and he walked, with his ass cheeks bare, back into the living room.
Seeing a new frank shaped shadow john threw his heels at him saying "bastard... stop thinking with your dick. Well it may not be your dick, but you know what I mean." Then the shape returned to being a normal shadow.
John saw the girl in the hall mirror... she looked as feminine as he felt; except SHE had HIS head and it didn't look out of place... it was the correct size for her body. He wondered about that for a second, before he noticed her shoulders were bare, as were his own.
He felt his own bare shoulders, where he couldn't shake the feeling that everything was... normal. He noticed her cleavage, in the mirror, and now there was nothing to stop him... having a close up look.
While staring at his 'chest bumps' in the mirror, john noticed the mark on his red halter-top; that barely covered his 'moobs'. And moving his right hand up to slap it away, he thought he'd been electrocuted, what with the new delicious sensations that were coming from the far end of the left one.
He had NEVER felt ANYTHING like that, from that area of his body... before; that was amazingly different. John put his little hands on the waist area of his halter-top and pulled it up to his lumpy chest.
"Holy shit!" There were two of them, one on each front outside corner. He discovered that when his hands pulled the halter top nearly all the way over the bumps. So he crossed his arms and then tried again, making sure that his crossed arms pulled the tight material over the sensitive points and then over his arms and head.
"Damn it!" john, said as he looked down... he was wearing a bra too, a little black thing that barely covered anything. But in the mirror it showed the correct amount of coverage. How could that be?
John didn't know it, but, looking down on his bra, he could only see the top half of it... plus it was a push up bra; designed to push his boobies up and in towards the centre of his chest - thus producing a massive cleavage.
He was still too drunk to be bothered with struggling with the bra just to see his breasts; there was always tomorrow morning, and so he just crawled up stairs and then into bed next to a sleeping Rachel.
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