A/N: Another chapter for your reading pleasure. Have fun! Keep up the
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PS: I think I forgot to say this but I see it on everyone's work. I don't own anyone that pertains to Lizzie McGuire, the show, the movie, the myth. (Well...I do own Gordo in my own little fantasy world but I don't think that creates any legal issues).
Chapter 7: You Think I'm Wearing Those?
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"Here," Lizzie (as me) said, handing me her pajamas, which were pink. "I wear these to bed."
For herself (in my body), she got out an oversized *NSYNC shirt and some old shorts.
"You think I'm wearing THOSE?" I asked incredulously at her choice of attire.
"Yeah...what's wrong with these?"
"Lizzie, I can't wear a boy band shirt, and, and...girl's shorts!"
Lizzie slumped and looked over at me. "I don't have anything else. And if you haven't noticed yourself, you're kind of on the slim side, Gordo!"
I gasped, moving her blond bangs out of my eyes. She was practically calling me SCRAWNY! First the little boy comment. Now this.
"Fine, fine. I'll see what I can do." She left the room and then walked right back in. "I can't."
"You can't what?"
"I can't get you any other clothes. You don't know where they are and I can't snoop around as YOU."
"Well..." I thought a moment. "Maybe you can sleep in my boxers," I said to myself, then thought against it as Lizzie would probably prefer to be in some sort of night attire.
"Why don't you just go to your house and-"
"Lizzie," I hissed (her voice sounding instead of my own). "It's late at night now."
"Just wear these-er-let ME wear these. It's for one night!"
I looked up at the ceiling. "I can't believe this..."
"THANKS!" she chirped in my voice before I could reply as she dashed for the bathroom. Before she shut the door, she said, "Oh, and get dressed with the lights off...oh, and don't touch anything...on me! Oh, and-"
"I got it. Gees. And, and...same to y-" but the door was already closed before I could finish my sentence.
~~
Okay, so here I was. In my bathroom. In my best friend's body. With my clothes in hand. I swallowed hard. Oh come on, Lizzie. It's like seeing Gordo in his bathing suit. And gees it's not like you haven't seen him in his underwear...of course we were both 4 but still! He wore layers so this would take a while. I took off the first shirt (button down), now left with one long sleeve under a tee shirt. I flipped both shirts over his head, patting down his wild curly hair. I looked into the mirror then down at the body.
~~
I closed the door, locked it, and turned to the pajamas on the bed and shook my head. Pink...not my color.
Alright, Gordo, I told myself. Be mature about this. She is a girl and she will have girl anatomy. Just as you have-
At my sudden dawning on realization, I ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Li-um. Gordo! GORDO!" I hissed.
She opened the door. "What?" Wow. She already took off my shirts.
"Let's just sleep in our clothes."
"Gordo. You already went to bathroom as me. How bad is changing my clothes?" she replied, closing the door, but I pushed it back open.
"But, but...I can't do this. We can't do this. Let's go look at that book again. Come on!" I shrieked in her voice as I pulled her hand towards her room.
"Gordo!" She snapped as she pulled back my hand. "You're acting ...like me. It's creepy. Stop it. Let's just...get dressed and go to bed."
She shook her (my...MY!!!) head and went back into the bathroom mumbling, "This is totally Freaky Friday..." under her breath.
I walked back into the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to scream out loud in frustration.
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I fumbled with the button and the zipper before I finally managed to slip the pants off. This wasn't so bad. This was easy. Being a boy was...wait...did I just feel something? EWW! I just felt Gordo's...behind! The boxers slipped a bit as I pulled the pants down, and I pulled them back up so fast, that I almost gave myself a wedgie. I shuddered and made a face.
I pulled my *NSYNC shirt over my best friend's head and reached for the shorts. I squeezed into them, not realizing just how TIGHT they were going to be. Okay, so I was wrong. (It's been known to happen.) Gordo isn't as skinny as I thought he was. Perhaps it was all the salsa I ate...
~~
I slipped the orange shirt over my head, deciding I wasn't going to fumble with her *bra*, and looked up at the ceiling as I reached for the pajama shirt. I was determined not to check out Lizzie's body while I was stuck in it. I was going to be the friend I always was (a darn good one) and not take advantage of the situation. Right!
I slipped the shirt on. Mission one. Complete.
Now for the belt, the wretched belt I had so much trouble with when I needed to use the bathroom before. Well, I slipped it off easier this time (I wasn't racing against the bladder) and slipped down the pants. I looked at Lizzie's legs. Nice. Longer than they look really. And she color coordinated her underwear. Orange with-wait, no. No looking! I took the pajama bottoms and slipped them on, letting out a breath.
This whole ordeal was actually incredibly tempting and if we do change back tomorrow I might regret this, but... Hey! It's like seeing her in a bathing suit...right? NO!
Just before the war between the little Angel on my right and the little Devil on my left ensued, there was a knock at the door. It was Mrs. McGuire.
"Here ya go sweetie," she whispered, handing me a box of...MAXI PADS.
"Um, thanks."
"With wings!" She whispered with a smile (so "Gordo" wouldn't hear I'm sure).
She left me with The Box, as my face paled, then turned beet red. I walked to the vanity table and sat down, staring at The Box and the picture on the front. The picture of the "revolutionary maxi pad with dry weave and wings" which were supposedly for "protection". Revolutionary? Protection? What was this...a battle??!!
Wait...pads with wings? Immediately the conversation from earlier came to mind...OH NO! That's what Mrs. McGuire was talking about! I almost began to hyperventilate.
Oh please, please, PLEASE don't let ...*you know*... happen while I'm in Lizzie's body. PLEASE!
~~
I gathered up Gordo's clothes, feeling accomplished and less weirded out than I probably should have felt, and walked back to my room. He attempted to hide something behind his back as I walked in. I smiled and gave him a confused look.
"What are you doing? A girl a few hours and already doing make up?"
"Um, yeah. Haha...Look at all this gloss..." He stammered, lifting up at least four kinds with one hand. Whatever he was hiding behind his back with the other hand fell on the floor.
I almost screamed. "What is that!?"
"Oh...um, you don't know...?"
"GORDO! Why do you have those?!" Well, naturally he has them because there doesn't go a DAY without me being completely and utterly humiliated by something...this time it was my mother.
"Your mom gave them to me," Gordo spat out, embarrassed himself. Knowing him, he would probably plead ignorance than plead realization of his "pads of paper" comment earlier.
"You're not supposed to see these!" I scolded, snatching them up and throwing them into the closet.
Gordo sighed, trying to regain his composure, no doubt. "It's just a part of nature, Lizzie. Y-You should know that. I mean...it's what girls need to deal with...right?" Then, with my eyes, he gazed up at me, in an almost pleading manner. "Lizzie...you're not going to-"
"NO! I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you!" I pulled at the dark mop on my head in frustration and mortification. This can't be happening.
Oh, please, please PLEASE don't let me start * (my period )* with Gordo in my body! PLEASE!
I reached for the book.
~~
Doing anything we could to change the subject, Lizzie and I looked through the mysterious book that had brought us into this switched state. What if it's one of those 'if-you-don't-change-back-in-twenty-four-hours-you'll- stay-this-way-for-all-enternity' deals. Together, we thought of every other possible idea as we tried to make sense of the whole book, from the cover to the very blank pages. NOTHING. Nothing helped. There were no clues. No magic words. Maybe we did just need to ...sleep it off.
PS: I think I forgot to say this but I see it on everyone's work. I don't own anyone that pertains to Lizzie McGuire, the show, the movie, the myth. (Well...I do own Gordo in my own little fantasy world but I don't think that creates any legal issues).
Chapter 7: You Think I'm Wearing Those?
~~
"Here," Lizzie (as me) said, handing me her pajamas, which were pink. "I wear these to bed."
For herself (in my body), she got out an oversized *NSYNC shirt and some old shorts.
"You think I'm wearing THOSE?" I asked incredulously at her choice of attire.
"Yeah...what's wrong with these?"
"Lizzie, I can't wear a boy band shirt, and, and...girl's shorts!"
Lizzie slumped and looked over at me. "I don't have anything else. And if you haven't noticed yourself, you're kind of on the slim side, Gordo!"
I gasped, moving her blond bangs out of my eyes. She was practically calling me SCRAWNY! First the little boy comment. Now this.
"Fine, fine. I'll see what I can do." She left the room and then walked right back in. "I can't."
"You can't what?"
"I can't get you any other clothes. You don't know where they are and I can't snoop around as YOU."
"Well..." I thought a moment. "Maybe you can sleep in my boxers," I said to myself, then thought against it as Lizzie would probably prefer to be in some sort of night attire.
"Why don't you just go to your house and-"
"Lizzie," I hissed (her voice sounding instead of my own). "It's late at night now."
"Just wear these-er-let ME wear these. It's for one night!"
I looked up at the ceiling. "I can't believe this..."
"THANKS!" she chirped in my voice before I could reply as she dashed for the bathroom. Before she shut the door, she said, "Oh, and get dressed with the lights off...oh, and don't touch anything...on me! Oh, and-"
"I got it. Gees. And, and...same to y-" but the door was already closed before I could finish my sentence.
~~
Okay, so here I was. In my bathroom. In my best friend's body. With my clothes in hand. I swallowed hard. Oh come on, Lizzie. It's like seeing Gordo in his bathing suit. And gees it's not like you haven't seen him in his underwear...of course we were both 4 but still! He wore layers so this would take a while. I took off the first shirt (button down), now left with one long sleeve under a tee shirt. I flipped both shirts over his head, patting down his wild curly hair. I looked into the mirror then down at the body.
~~
I closed the door, locked it, and turned to the pajamas on the bed and shook my head. Pink...not my color.
Alright, Gordo, I told myself. Be mature about this. She is a girl and she will have girl anatomy. Just as you have-
At my sudden dawning on realization, I ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Li-um. Gordo! GORDO!" I hissed.
She opened the door. "What?" Wow. She already took off my shirts.
"Let's just sleep in our clothes."
"Gordo. You already went to bathroom as me. How bad is changing my clothes?" she replied, closing the door, but I pushed it back open.
"But, but...I can't do this. We can't do this. Let's go look at that book again. Come on!" I shrieked in her voice as I pulled her hand towards her room.
"Gordo!" She snapped as she pulled back my hand. "You're acting ...like me. It's creepy. Stop it. Let's just...get dressed and go to bed."
She shook her (my...MY!!!) head and went back into the bathroom mumbling, "This is totally Freaky Friday..." under her breath.
I walked back into the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to scream out loud in frustration.
~~
I fumbled with the button and the zipper before I finally managed to slip the pants off. This wasn't so bad. This was easy. Being a boy was...wait...did I just feel something? EWW! I just felt Gordo's...behind! The boxers slipped a bit as I pulled the pants down, and I pulled them back up so fast, that I almost gave myself a wedgie. I shuddered and made a face.
I pulled my *NSYNC shirt over my best friend's head and reached for the shorts. I squeezed into them, not realizing just how TIGHT they were going to be. Okay, so I was wrong. (It's been known to happen.) Gordo isn't as skinny as I thought he was. Perhaps it was all the salsa I ate...
~~
I slipped the orange shirt over my head, deciding I wasn't going to fumble with her *bra*, and looked up at the ceiling as I reached for the pajama shirt. I was determined not to check out Lizzie's body while I was stuck in it. I was going to be the friend I always was (a darn good one) and not take advantage of the situation. Right!
I slipped the shirt on. Mission one. Complete.
Now for the belt, the wretched belt I had so much trouble with when I needed to use the bathroom before. Well, I slipped it off easier this time (I wasn't racing against the bladder) and slipped down the pants. I looked at Lizzie's legs. Nice. Longer than they look really. And she color coordinated her underwear. Orange with-wait, no. No looking! I took the pajama bottoms and slipped them on, letting out a breath.
This whole ordeal was actually incredibly tempting and if we do change back tomorrow I might regret this, but... Hey! It's like seeing her in a bathing suit...right? NO!
Just before the war between the little Angel on my right and the little Devil on my left ensued, there was a knock at the door. It was Mrs. McGuire.
"Here ya go sweetie," she whispered, handing me a box of...MAXI PADS.
"Um, thanks."
"With wings!" She whispered with a smile (so "Gordo" wouldn't hear I'm sure).
She left me with The Box, as my face paled, then turned beet red. I walked to the vanity table and sat down, staring at The Box and the picture on the front. The picture of the "revolutionary maxi pad with dry weave and wings" which were supposedly for "protection". Revolutionary? Protection? What was this...a battle??!!
Wait...pads with wings? Immediately the conversation from earlier came to mind...OH NO! That's what Mrs. McGuire was talking about! I almost began to hyperventilate.
Oh please, please, PLEASE don't let ...*you know*... happen while I'm in Lizzie's body. PLEASE!
~~
I gathered up Gordo's clothes, feeling accomplished and less weirded out than I probably should have felt, and walked back to my room. He attempted to hide something behind his back as I walked in. I smiled and gave him a confused look.
"What are you doing? A girl a few hours and already doing make up?"
"Um, yeah. Haha...Look at all this gloss..." He stammered, lifting up at least four kinds with one hand. Whatever he was hiding behind his back with the other hand fell on the floor.
I almost screamed. "What is that!?"
"Oh...um, you don't know...?"
"GORDO! Why do you have those?!" Well, naturally he has them because there doesn't go a DAY without me being completely and utterly humiliated by something...this time it was my mother.
"Your mom gave them to me," Gordo spat out, embarrassed himself. Knowing him, he would probably plead ignorance than plead realization of his "pads of paper" comment earlier.
"You're not supposed to see these!" I scolded, snatching them up and throwing them into the closet.
Gordo sighed, trying to regain his composure, no doubt. "It's just a part of nature, Lizzie. Y-You should know that. I mean...it's what girls need to deal with...right?" Then, with my eyes, he gazed up at me, in an almost pleading manner. "Lizzie...you're not going to-"
"NO! I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you!" I pulled at the dark mop on my head in frustration and mortification. This can't be happening.
Oh, please, please PLEASE don't let me start * (my period )* with Gordo in my body! PLEASE!
I reached for the book.
~~
Doing anything we could to change the subject, Lizzie and I looked through the mysterious book that had brought us into this switched state. What if it's one of those 'if-you-don't-change-back-in-twenty-four-hours-you'll- stay-this-way-for-all-enternity' deals. Together, we thought of every other possible idea as we tried to make sense of the whole book, from the cover to the very blank pages. NOTHING. Nothing helped. There were no clues. No magic words. Maybe we did just need to ...sleep it off.