A/N: Feedback has been GREAT. I will try to post as I get it out. Here is where you have to start paying attention. Even in Lizzie's body, I refer to Gordo as GORDO and vice versa, but try to keep the two separated with different things they do.

ALSO: Now, I'm a person of detail and think the funniest things can come out of the more ordinary events, which we take for granted until...we're stuck in someone else's body! These include personal life (You'll see what I mean). I hope you don't think I'm TOO WEIRD after this chapter. Read on, enjoy, and tell me what ya think. Feedback lets me know people are reading it, which means...I gotta write MORE!

Chapter 4: At the McGuire's

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So, we took the book. Gordo carried it in my backpack as we walked out of the library and down the steps. I felt mildly bad about what we had done, but after I reminded myself that I was walking in Gordo's shoes (literally), I changed my mind. There wasn't room between feeling weirded out, confused, scared, and uncomfortable to feel BAD.

Just then, Ethan Craft was roller blading our way. As he skated past, I forgot who I was, and said, in my sweetest voice, trying to look casual, yet cute, "Hi, Ethan."

He gave me a confused glance and replied, "Hey, GorDON."

My mouth dropped and I felt my face turn beet red. I wanted to correct the situation. Did I just make Gordo flirt with Ethan? I looked over at me (Gordo) as he said, "What was that?"

"Sorry! I forgot who I was for a moment!"

"Let's not make that mistake again."

"Let's just go. I am having the worst day," I said, lifting my hands with a bit of drama and walking past.

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She was really starting to make me act feminine. Her walk was straighter than I normally walked, her hands were expressive in a different way, and I even think she tried to flip non-existent blond hair every once in awhile.

"YOU'RE having a bad day?" I looked down at my new body. "I just lost my manhood!"

Stopping in her tracks, Lizzie turned to look at me. "Manhood? Please. You're a woman now. You should be so lucky."

Am I hearing this? Am I really hearing this??

I shook my head. "Let's just go."

We finally reached her house and I stepped up in front of her to open the door.

"Hey!"

I turned back. "Don't you think it'd be weird if GORDO went in the house first?"

I shook my head (er...I shook HER head, I guess I should say) and turned back, turning the knob and opening the door, officially entering Lizzie's world.

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We dashed up the stairs and into my room.

"Lizzie? Is that you?" Mom called from downstairs.

"Uh..." Gordo stammered. "Y-yeah! I'm home."

"Well, dinner's soon!"

"Thanks!" Gordo replied, as he slumped my shoulders down and looked at me. "So...what do we do?"

"Well, let's look at the book," I suggested, flopping on my own bed and taking it from my backpack (Gordo had stuffed it in there at the library). As I turned the book in my hands, I tried opening it as I had done before, perhaps hoping to reverse the situation by repeating the same motion. Nothing.

"Um, Lizzie?" I looked up. It was weird to hear your own name in your own voice (like, when you know someone who has your own name, and you call that person by their name, but it's also your name and it just sounds weird coming out of your mouth...kind of like that), but indescribably odd in this situation.

"Yeah?"

"I....I need to use the bathroom."

My face flushed. "Well, hold it!"

"I can't! If you hadn't had those four glasses of Coke today-"

"You can't go to the bathroom. You...you're, ugh! In my body!"

"Shhh!" Gordo looked at the door and then at me again. "We don't even know how long this is going to last. Eventually we're going to have to..." He stopped and thought about this a moment.

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As much as a REALLY didn't want to...I had to. I had to pee. Lizzie's bladder must be the size of a walnut.

"Can't you just hold it? PLEEEEASE?"

I cringed. My voice, whiney, did not sound good at all. "I wish I could."

She pouted and got up. "Gordo, I swear, if you look I'll-"

"It's pee and go! That's all," I said, relieved she was relenting and letting me use the bathroom.

"Gees, Lizzie. I haven't seen you run that fast since-" I didn't hear the rest of what Matt's insult was because I slammed the door shut and locked it. Leaning up against it, I worked on calming the pain of needing to go, and breathed deeply.

"Okay," I whispered to myself. "Just pull down the pants, sit, pee...wipe- go. Yeah. That's it." I shuddered and almost threw up. I always felt I was close to Lizzie-very close-but this...this definitely lifted that to a whole new dimension.

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How long was he going to take in there?? He was peeing as ME! How embarrassing, how humiliating, how mortifying!

I stomped over to the bathroom door, knocking loudly. "Are you almost done?" I demanded.

Dad gave me an odd look.

"Gordo?"

"Sorry, D...Um. Mr. McGuire. I just really need to go," I smiled and nodded, as he walked past.

"NO!"

I turned my attention to the response from the other side of the door. "Well, hurry up!" I waited right there, leaning my ear against the door. "I can't hear you!"

The door opened just then, and I fell forward. "Give me some time, wouldja!" Just then, my mom walked up, giving us a confused glance. I began to stand as Gordo looked over at me and continued. "A girl takes more time, Gordo." And with that, the door shut in my face. My mouth dropped.

"She's right Gordo. Now that she's getting older, it might take her some more time," she explained.

First of all, I know that slight tone in her voice, the "she has her own feminine business to take care of now" voice, that I have heard her use on Matt. Secondly, I would DIE if she ever said that to Gordo...wait, she just did! I just decided it's times like this that being in your best friend's body has its advantages.