Chapter 2
HPOV
I walked into the changing room for the scrubber mumbling to myself about how ridiculous this situation is and how I hope stupid Jake doesn't mess things up and make me look, well, ridiculous. I started unbuttoning the slime-covered shirt. I tossed it on the floor and looked up. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I saw shirtless Jake. If I was going to wash this off I was going to have to disrobe completely. And I was going to be naked in Jake's body then Jake would be…
I screamed, "Jake!"
I ran out into the corridor. Jake came tearing around the corner ready for action. I breathed a little sigh of relief to see that so far he had only removed one of my earrings.
"What?" Jake looked around ready to fight a monster.
"Jake, do you realize what you are about to do?"
"Yeah, wash this slime off me. Duh," he looked at me like I lost my mind.
"And what do you wear when you go in the scrubber?" I prompted, hoping not to have to say it.
"Nothing. Why?"
I raised my eyebrows and looked down at my body waiting for it to hit him. He followed my gaze. His eyes opened wide and he looked back at me. "Oh."
"Yeah, Oh." I rolled my eyes. "Don't get any ideas. Try not to look at or touch anything," I commanded.
Jake looked awkward but sarcastically answered, "But how am I supposed to wash anything off?"
"Fine. Do what you have to do, but don't take too long and don't enjoy yourself."
He squinted his eyes at me and smirked. "Anything you say. But the same goes for you." As if!
Then he disappeared around the corner. I walked back and continued undressing, taking his smelly shoes and socks off. I nervously unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I pulled the jeans down to find I was wearing boxer briefs. Hey they don't look half bad on him. I mean me.
I started the water. Once it was the right temperature I knew I couldn't delay any longer. Time for the moment of truth. Looking up at the ceiling I pulled off his drawers and stepped into the soothing water. But I didn't feel all that soothed knowing I was in Jake's naked body. Yes, I am a popular girl and go on a lot of dates but I've never let anyone go beyond a smooch or two. I'm not that kind of girl. I have never seen a boy naked besides when I have changed little Mikey's diaper babysitting. But he is only a year and a half. Not quite the same thing.
Looking straight ahead I reached for the shampoo and started to wash my hair. Then reached for the soap and washcloth. First I washed my face. Really he doesn't have a bad face. A nice chiseled jaw and beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Whoa, I did not just think his eyes were beautiful.
Next, I moved to my arms. He almost always wears long sleeves so I hadn't thought of the muscles in his arms. I started flexing and feeling his biceps. Not too huge like a body builder, but firm and strong. The perfect size to wrap around some lucky girl. Claudia, if Jake had his way, I thought jealously. Strike that! I am not jealous of Claudia, or any girl for that matter, that Jake might want to hold.
On to his chest and stomach. I didn't want to look down as that was asking for trouble so I used my hands as guides. I never noticed how tone his chest is. Firm, hard pecs. His abs were rock solid. Not cut into a six-pack, but flat and firm. I could feel the muscles there. Hmmm, maybe Jake will go shirtless more often.
As my hands lowered I started to panic. I closed my eyes and skipped to his legs. Very nice. Lean, muscular legs. I almost opened my eyes to look at them but remembered where his legs lead up to and kept them shut tightly.
Just his back, butt and his "other area" left to clean. I grabbed the scrub brush to clean off my back. I decided to use the brush for the last two areas not wanting to venture into forbidden territory.
Satisfied that I was clean enough I turned off the water and stepped out. I wrapped a towel around my chest like I have been accustomed to with my body. I walked over to the shelves marked for Jake. What a mess! Sure, the clothes were clean but they were all thrown together with no rhyme or reason. We all needed to keep extra clothes here, as most of our missions are messy. Now I was grateful that I kept mine neat and arranged by outfit. From the shirt to the pants, to the socks. Even down to which shoes and earrings when with each outfit. Jake wouldn't have to even think about what to wear. I on the other hand had to shift through his mess to find something. Even if I'm not in my own body, I still want to look good.
I finally picked some jeans, a blue t-shirt, a red plaid button down shirt, some socks and a fresh pair of drawers.
Still not looking I dried myself off and pulled on his boxer briefs. Releasing a breath I didn't realize I was holding, I finally looked into the mirror. Jake really does have a nice body. A little thin, but toned, I thought as I continued to get dressed.
I found his deodorant, put it on, and fixed my hair. I often wondered what I would be like to run my fingers through his curly hair. Now was the perfect time and no one would even know or blame me. It is my head right now after all.
Satisfied with what I saw I walked into corridor. I saw Jake coming out at the same time.
