"Want to go again?" Nancy asks, sitting on his side with his feet folded back behind him.
"I'd love to, but I have family coming over tomorrow," Dani frowns. "My older sister. I should really get some sleep."
Nancy just nods. "That's fair. Honestly, I'm getting pretty tired myself. Hey, maybe after your sister leaves, we can have Mick over. See how she's holding up."
"Sounds like a great idea. G'night, Roomie!"
Dani heads back to her room and strips off the man jeans, replacing them with an airy pair of Nancy's gym shorts from her closet, and hops into bed. For a while, she just watches the rain run down the window pane from the comfort of her warm blankets.
Meanwhile, Nancy hops up from the couch. And walks over to his new bedroom. He had seen it earlier, but he can't help but take it all in again anyway. It's a nice size, and cozy. There's enough room to walk around the bed without bumping into anything, which is a big step up from his old place, and there's closet space. The dorm didn't even have closets, so he had to stack plastic bins full of clothes in the corner when he was living there. "Poor Mick," he says to himself. "This is a lot nicer than what she's stuck with now.
Stepping into the closet, he begins to look through all of his new clothes. He was all feminine from the waist down in that department, save for the socks. He started to think about mixing and matching, trying different combinations of shoes and shorts or skirts to see what goes together. In the end, he decided to save that for another day. Opening up his panty drawer he finds more women's underwear than he ever had boxers.
"I should reach out to Mick. See if she's okay, " Nancy eventually decided. He sashayed over to Dani's door, experimenting with his new gait, and knocked gingerly.
"Hey, Nance," a sleepy Dani says through the cracked door. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good. I was just wondering if you could send me Mick's number." He looks down and scrunches his toes in his socks. "I just feel bad about dumping all those traits on her."
"I don't think it's your fault, Nancy. But yeah, I'll give you the number if you swap with me again." Dani smirks at the him through the crack.
"Thought you didn't want to swap anymore tonight," he responds, confused.
"I don't really, I'm only kidding," she tells herself. "Here, lemme send you that number."
--
A sharp buzzing sound wakes Mick up, startled. She flips her phone over to see a text from an unknown number.
"Oh god, it's Nancy. I can't deal with this right now." She shoves her phone under her pillow and sits up, still drowsy. Licking her teeth, she realizes she forgot to brush them earlier. "Shit. Time to check out that community bathroom, I guess."
Hopping semi-gracefully out of bed, she slides a pair of teal sweatpants on over her panties and slides her toes into a pair of Nancy's boyish flip flops.
"Please be empty, please be empty, please be empty," she chants softly with fingers crossed as she enters the ladies room.
"Hey, you're Mick, right?" Shit. As she enters, she sees a young girl with wavey blonde hair at the sinks, with a toothbrush hanging out her mouth. She's in a short nightie that shows off her beautiful smooth legs.
'Time to be sociable.' Mick forces a smile and walks up to one of the sinks. "Hi! Yep, that's me!"
"Cool! I'm Chrissie!" The girl beams. "I think I saw you at the mall today. Get anything good?"
Mick's face goes deep red almost instantly. "Yeah, not really. Just went for some underwear, honestly." She shoves the toothbrush into her mouth and silently curses herself. 'Why did I say that?'
Chrissie laughes. "At the lingerie shop?"
"No! No, that was a separate trip. For, uh, some bras." Mick wanted to die inside. Did she know that she was wearing panties right now? How embarrassing would that be?
"Oookay," Chrissie smirks. "You seem pent up about something, though. If you want to talk, I don't judge."
Mick contemplated that for a moment. She did need someone to talk to, and Dani didn't seem to grasp what she meant. How could she? And she certainly wasn't talking to Nancy about it. The thought of reaching out to him after he used that staff on her made her feel ill, even if it was an accident on his part.
"Actually, sure!" Mick decided. "Not tonight though. Want to swing by tomorrow?"
--
After tossing and turning for a bit longer, Dani decides she just isn't getting to sleep right now. She checks her phone. 2:30 am - no new messages.
"Hey, wasn't Julie going to text me tonight about her flight?" Dani scratches the her curvy, hairy leg. "Must've slipped her mind."
For a while longer she stares out her window. "I'm not getting to sleep tonight, am I? Can't stop thinking about that damn staff."
After a moment's hesitation, she hops out of bed a sneaks into the living room, trying not to make a sound with her new large feet. There, she sees Nancy, hunched over on the couch with a controller in his lap, wearing only his panties and tee shirt.
'Guess the pajama pants were too warm for him.' He snores softly while the GTA 3 pause screen drowns the room in artificial light. The staff lays on the ground by his feet.
'I could totally grab that and sneak out to use it one last time with waking him up. What if I trade away some of his traits? Would he notice? Would that be immoral? I bet Ronnie and Seth are awake down the hall. They're the biggest night owls I know.'
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