It’s been a while since you’ve spent a day with Jimmy. You often did during elementary and middle school years, usually during summers where Mrs. Wilson would buy some pizza and let you play games until past midnight. Heather loathed those moments, but when Tina stayed in, they teamed up to prank you mercilessly.
This time, it’ll be different. Heather won’t be pestering you because you will be her. And you won’t have to hide it – Mrs. Wilson has given you express permission to be her and doesn’t even mind the indecencies you've planned. It will be an entirely different experience than any other time you’ve stayed in.
Having Mrs. Wilson around, however, will make it very awkward. And you feel she needs the support of her family more than ever. “I’ll stay,” you tell her, “but only because you could use the help.”
“Thanks!” You notice her expression brightens. “I was hoping this wouldn’t feel weird to you. I’ll even buy pizza for you, like in old times!”
“Uh, we already ate. Pizza, in fact. B-but I also made him some spaghetti, because if it was Heather’s decision--”
Mrs. Wilson shakes her head, chuckling. “It sounds so odd coming from your mouth – I mean, from Heather’s.”
“Oh yeah, right. Sorry. Anyways, we ate already, so...”
“I see.” She sighs, moving around. “I suppose you didn’t leave anything for me, so I’ll just buy some Thai and ice cream for you guys.”
“It’s alright! Um, I’ll be taking off Heather, so I’ll be upstairs for a bit.”
“Mom?” Jimmy immediately asked. “Can David stay as Heather for the night? He’s a better sister than she’ll ever be.”
“Jimmy?” You notice her brow rise only an inch, and Jimmy crumples as if crushed by an invisible hand. “I know you're always fighting each other, but you should never think that. David is a very good friend, but he can’t stay living with us forever.”
“If only Heather actually cared...”
“Losing a day of her life will be a good lesson for her – don't think I’m unaware of what she did.”
“How?” You wave, and Jimmy slaps his face. “Right. So, will David stay as Heather?”
“If he wants to.”
“Can we keep playing games like we did as kids?”
“As long as it’s not too loud – else, I’ll have to think who of you deserves a time-out.”
You almost hear Jimmy’s back crack, and you feel shivers on your skin. It’s just the casual way she said it – if you get too unruly, she’ll just zap you and turn you into skins. That she’s saying it while still wearing her own sister’s skin just makes it creepier.
Perhaps you finally realize why Mrs. Wilson is so fearsome.
--
“Sure,” your mother says about the proposal. “David’s been at your house a lot this week, but if you don’t mind having him there...”
“Thanks, Marie. Jimmy will love having David around – he’s been pleading for me to let him stay, and who am I to complain?”
“As long as he returns early on,” Tina insists. “Tomorrow’s cleaning day and he’d better be here to clean his room or I’m gonna do it myself.”
“I can’t promise you that,” Mrs. Wilson responds. “But how about letting David help clean my house instead?”
You glare at Mrs. Wilson, but Tina’s the one who questions her. “I thought Jimmy and Heather helped you.”
“Oh, they do, but Heather’s been a bit distant these past few weeks. You should visit her a bit more; I bet she misses you.”
“You know we're not as close as Jimmy and Davey do.”
“Still! A little talk would be nice – David always tells me how you share with the family. Heather just caves inside her room listening to music day in and day out.”
“I do the same,” your elder sister responds.
“Yes, but loudly! Marie, does she bother you with her music?”
“Of course not,” your mother responds, followed by your sister’s own. “I put on headphones when I do.”
“Well, she refuses to listen, so I’d appreciate if you’d tell her that. Not tomorrow, of course, but at some other moment in time.”
“Maybe she’s drained from Jimmy’s behavior. I’ve always urged Davey to tell him he should mature, but I get it – they’re close friends. Maybe he feels Jimmy’ll hate him if he pushes him too far.”
But I do want him to mature, you think to yourself.
“I don’t think so. David leads by example, but Jimmy’s his own man. I feel he should exhaust all that excitement over being a teenager so that he can mature properly.”
“Ma’am,” Tina says, confronting Mrs. Wilson. “I can’t tell you how to raise your son, but Mom can tell you how she raised us, and she wasn’t as lax.”
“Sorry about that,” your mother responds, apologizing. “Tina has always looked over her siblings and has a peculiar way of seeing things; she wasn’t the wildfire Nick was, for one.”
“Don’t worry, I understand. And I have my way to keep my children on check, in fact.”
“Anyways...” Your sister looks at you, crossing her arms. “You better behave, Davey. I don’t wanna hear anything from Missus Wilson or Heather, you hear?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Good. I’m still getting you on Sunday, though.”
As she leaves, Claire slips in, looks at Mrs. Wilson, then blinks. “What was that all about?”
--
You’re on your way to the Thai spot on the strip mall, and you can’t help but feel Mrs. Wilson is pitying you. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s alright, David. Christina can’t tell me how to raise my children – despite his behavior, Jimmy’s still at school and hasn’t taken to crime. That’s enough for me.”
“Yeah, but she went too far!”
“Remember - she doesn’t have any attachment to me the way Marie and I have. Or you and I, for that matter. By the way, what was that all about?”
“Mom asks us to do cleaning chores every Saturday, and Tina’s really anal about it.” You gulp, shirking. “Uh, sorry.”
“Don’t worry. It’s your lingo. In fact, I suppose I’d be Tina to my sister’s Heather.”
“How come?”
“I had to urge her to do chores every now and then. I don’t know, but sometimes I feel Heather took more from my sister than from me.”
“Yeah, but you gave her birth. Something from you will rub on her, ma’am. Just you see.”
“Well, considering recent events, I wouldn’t doubt if Vanessa scrambled with our minds with a pen like yours.” You realize the possibility’s truer than it sounds, but Mrs. Wilson scoffs it off. “I’m just joking, of course.”
“Speaking about that – you really don’t mind me wearing Heather?”
“I know my kids, David. Jimmy wouldn’t have said that if he didn’t feel it – he's always been open to me. And I’d prefer you were hiding under Heather’s face than to have her ruin things with Bradley.”
So it’s a plan, you deduct.
“Now it’s my turn to ask. What indecency did you plan with my daughter?”
--
You’re back at Jimmy’s, gulping a huge sundae while strutting in one of Heather’s tanktops and shorts. Jimmy insisted you’d change back to her before anything, and Mrs. Wilson didn’t oppose.
It feels strangely alluring to feel the fabric of Heather’s clothes. It’s even stranger to feel like her skin is yours – the heft of her breast, the roundness of her hips, her curls falling over your ears and neck, her belly flopping as you sit idly and help yourself to a dollop of chocolate chip ice cream with hard shell chocolate and whipped cream.
And it’s even stranger that you’re eating chocolate chip ice cream, because you usually don’t. You prefer nuts on your frozen desserts, but Heather had a hankering for it and you wanted to experiment. To your surprise, it’s strangely good – but with Heather’s tongue, as you almost retched when you pulled off her face. It seems wearing someone changes even your palate.
You feel the cool yet molten ice cream fall on your breast and you mindlessly swipe it with your pinky, prompting a cackle from Mrs. Wilson. “You know, Heather does the same thing.”
“Must be the brown pen,” you suggest. “I’d usually clean it up with a towel.”
“Does it taste weird?” Jimmy asks. “I thought you’d puke from tasting her sweat.”
“I could always put a scoop between my tits and force you to eat it.” You’re so absorbed on trying to one-up Jimmy that you forget Mrs. Wilson is around. “Uh, sorry.”
“No, it’s alright. You two are having fun.”
“But don’t you feel like I shouldn’t be doing this? I mean, I am wearing your daughter.”
“And it’s the quietest it’s been in weeks. I mean – you're sharing with Jimmy! The real Heather wouldn’t.”
“See? That’s why I said David’s a better sister than Heather!”
“Until he gets tired or he figures why she’s always so mad at you. Like I said, I’m allowing him because you asked for it and because she needs a time-out. You do the same, I’ll ask him to wear you instead.”
“Mooom!”
You gulp another helping of ice cream, enjoying the bitterness. “Jimmy, your mom’s right. I can’t be your sister forever. I got a girlfriend and a family, after all!”
“Yeah - I forget that you’ve got better stuff than me.”
You draw closer, using Heather’s warmth against him. “Dude, you’re also part of that ‘better stuff’. I wouldn’t tell Jess or Trish about the pens – I did it with you!”
“Right.” He snickers, flashing that impish smile so characteristic of him. “But if you could make a clone of yourself or something, wouldn’t you swap into Heather once in a while? That way, we’d both have the best of both worlds!”
“Jimmy...?”
“I know, Mom, I know. Hey, you think there’s a pen that could clone people?”
Seeing this family dynamic feels refreshing. No mockery from little sisters, no bossing from big ones – just everyone joking and speaking together. It’s been a while since this has happened in your family.
You shake your new hips and dig deeper on the sofa. Maybe it’s Heather’s fat ass, but it feels way more comfortable.
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