FINALLY another chappie! So sorry it's been so long, I've been busy with my other fic, school work, a play I'm co-writing and so on... Well, here it is, anyways! It's not the best one in this fic, but it's better than nothing, I guess...
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MARCO: BEING A GIRL
There was something very obvious which I noticed when I first entered Rachel's home as Rachel: It was really a girl's house.
In this house there lived FOUR girls, I just realized. Rachel, her mother Naomi and her two little sisters Sarah and Jordan. How I was going to cope spending the days with these chicks, I had no idea.
But of course, there were some positive aspects of this situation, I realized as I passed the hall mirror and spotted Rachel's body - controlled by me - in it. It wasn't all that bad. I tried for a second to make her look kind of nasty, like a more teenage-like version of Carmen Electra, but I quickly gave it up.
I realized it actually felt kind of bad to be doing it. It wasn't as much fun when it was me on the inside doing these things, if nothing else it only made me feel slightly gay. Which was really freaky - maybe even more freaky than the fact that there was me inside of a girl's body...
Really insane.
Really.
I left the mirror and went off to examine Rachel's room. I'd been in there before, many times, but now it was on my own premises. I could investigate the room I'd be spending my next days in without Rachel breathing down my neck, making sure I stayed clear of her underwear drawers.
No, I would never look through those. Seriously, that would be a mean thing to do. I don't do mean things, normally.
Rachel's room was as feminine as always - posters on the walls, and every possible piece of furniture had its standard female magazine lying about on it. I picked up the closest 'Seventeen' and flipped through the pages.
"Jesus," I muttered to myself, just to hear a speaking voice. "Do girls really read all this stuff?"
"You do too, you know," a voice said from the door.
I turned to see Rachel's younger sister Jordan standing there, smiling at me. "Hey, Rach," she said.
"Yeah, hey," I replied casually, throwing the magazine away. "How was your day?"
"Uhm... Fine?" she replied. Apparently it wasn't common for Rachel to ask her sisters that. I always thought female siblings were kinder to each other than male, but maybe I was wrong. There's a lot of things I don't know about girls.
"Oh, great," I said.
"Hey, uhm, Rachel? I was wondering if you could do me a favour."
I hesitated. What would Rachel reply to a question like that? No way, you little brat, I hate you?
No, she wouldn't say that. Rachel's a sensible person. She'd ask what the favour is first, then decide whether or not she should do it.
"Depends," I said. "What is it?"
"Well, our class at school is having our picture taken tomorrow, and our teacher asked us to look our best, and I kind of wanted to look really nice for the picture..."
"Sound fair," I commented.
"So I was wondering if maybe you could give me a perm?"
I looked up, eyes wide. "A what?"
"A perm. You know, curl my hair?"
"Ehm, uhm," I mumbled. How to get out of this?! How in the world would I be able to curl Jordan's hair?! "Can't, uhm, can't mom do that?"
"She's home late today, don't you remember? She said you should fix dinner. It's all bought, you just have to cook it. So can you help me tonight, and perm my hair? Please, Rach, I really want that perm!"
Her cute, begging eyes was rather hard to ignore. But what could I do? I had no idea how to 'perm' hair! "Well... I'd love to, but... uhm, well, curling hair takes a while, and... I've got a lot of homework to do, and a lot of magazines to read. Yeah, so I wish I could help you, but I can't."
"Oh, please, Rach?" Jordan begged.
"No, no, sorry," I decided definite. "I haven't got time. It takes too much time."
"Then could you at least give me a pedicure? All the girls in my class were so envious the last time you did that. It doesn't take too long!"
"A what?" I asked.
"Pedicure!" Jordan repeated. "Do my nails, you idiot. Could you at least do THAT for your sister?"
"Yeah, uhm, sure," I finally replied, deciding it was best not to entirely ruin Rachel's relationship with her little sister.
A pedicure? Sure, I could handle that. Nails, at least I knew what that WAS. I wouldn't be able to curl Jordan's hair (however that could be done), but at least I could shape her nails and give her a nail polish, couldn't I? It was only a matter of finding the tools...
I spent the rest of that afternoon digging through Rachel's neverending drawers and shelves and cupboards. Apparently there's more to this room than meets the eye, and pedicure stuff was completely IMPOSSIBLE to find. At last, the room drove me crazy.
I left it and went into the hall, where a phone caught my attention. I picked it up, and started dialing my own number - home to me, Marco - but then stopped and hung up the phone again. It wouldn't be too good an idea to inform Rachel how I'd trashed her room to find pedicure tools. In stead, I dialed Cassie.
"Hello?"
"Hello, it's Mar... Rachel. It Cassie there?"
"Yeah, I'm Cassie."
"Oh right! Sorry. Didn't recognize your voice there, Cass."
"I see. Never mind that. How are you, Rachel?"
"Fine! Yeah, just fine. Everything's great, actually. Listen, you've been to my house a lot, haven't you? Almost more often than me..."
I made sure I didn't say anything suspicious, you never know when there's somebody listening in on your call.
"Yeah, I suppose that's true," Cassie said. "Why d'you ask?"
"Well... I completely forgot where I keep my pedicure stuff."
Silence. Then finally, she said: "Your pedicure stuff? Right... Rachel, I don't think you need to groom yourself tonight. We've got school tomorrow after all, your nails are bound to break at some point anyways."
"Yeah, well, I really wanna know where I keep my stuff," I said.
"And I really think you should drop it. Why do you wanna give yourself a pedicure?"
"I don't, I'm gonna give Jordan one!" I said enthusiastically.
More silence. Then finally: "Oh dear. Right, yeah, sure. You know what, I'm coming over. I've been at your house enough times to know Jordan can be pretty hard to say no to."
"Yeah, that's my sister all right," I grinned.
About half an hour later, Cassie was at the door.
I let her in, and as we were passing through the kitchen, Jordan met up with me. "When are you going to make dinner?" she asked. "I'm getting really hungry."
"Aren't we supposed to wait for Sarah...?" I asked hesitatingly.
"She's with grandma," Jordan replied. "You just don't pay attention anymore, do you?"
"No, I don't," I grinned. "Sure, yeah. Dinner."
As it turns out, dinner at Rachel's house meant a lot more than heating a pizza in the oven, like all normal people do. These people cooked potatoes, made sauce and fried meat. It was insane. I never would have managed that dinner if it wasn't for Cassie.
"I've cooked before," she grinned as she finished the sauce and put the pot on the table. "Let Jordan know dinner's ready."
"Jordan!" I called. "Dinner!"
It was a rather absurd scene. Jordan and Cassie, along with what Jordan thought was Rachel, was having dinner around the kitchen table in Naomi's house. The whole scene felt really wrong, but in a lot of ways very amusing as well. I had to hold my tongue several times to avoid saying anything really sarcastic or blunt that would make Rachel look like an idiot.
And later on, it was manicure time... I believe Cassie and I both found ourselves equally inexperienced in the matter, but it turned out not to be my biggest concern of the evening: Going to sleep was.
After Cassie had left, I realized at some point I had to go to bed. And at yet another point, I would have to change clothes - I knew I couldn't spoil Rachel's reputation by letting her stay this day, the night and the next day in the same outfit. That would be like breaking a LAW.
So finally, I manged to find a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt which I managed to wear in order to go to bed. It took me about fifteen minutes to change into it though, because I'd decided I didn't want to see Rachel in her underwear, so the changing happened with my eyes shut.
Finally, however, I was ready to go to sleep.
The last problem of the night was when Rachel's body decided it needed a bathroom break. I felt sick.
At the day after, I realized I had to take Rachel to school.
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There we are. Reviews, please!
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MARCO: BEING A GIRL
There was something very obvious which I noticed when I first entered Rachel's home as Rachel: It was really a girl's house.
In this house there lived FOUR girls, I just realized. Rachel, her mother Naomi and her two little sisters Sarah and Jordan. How I was going to cope spending the days with these chicks, I had no idea.
But of course, there were some positive aspects of this situation, I realized as I passed the hall mirror and spotted Rachel's body - controlled by me - in it. It wasn't all that bad. I tried for a second to make her look kind of nasty, like a more teenage-like version of Carmen Electra, but I quickly gave it up.
I realized it actually felt kind of bad to be doing it. It wasn't as much fun when it was me on the inside doing these things, if nothing else it only made me feel slightly gay. Which was really freaky - maybe even more freaky than the fact that there was me inside of a girl's body...
Really insane.
Really.
I left the mirror and went off to examine Rachel's room. I'd been in there before, many times, but now it was on my own premises. I could investigate the room I'd be spending my next days in without Rachel breathing down my neck, making sure I stayed clear of her underwear drawers.
No, I would never look through those. Seriously, that would be a mean thing to do. I don't do mean things, normally.
Rachel's room was as feminine as always - posters on the walls, and every possible piece of furniture had its standard female magazine lying about on it. I picked up the closest 'Seventeen' and flipped through the pages.
"Jesus," I muttered to myself, just to hear a speaking voice. "Do girls really read all this stuff?"
"You do too, you know," a voice said from the door.
I turned to see Rachel's younger sister Jordan standing there, smiling at me. "Hey, Rach," she said.
"Yeah, hey," I replied casually, throwing the magazine away. "How was your day?"
"Uhm... Fine?" she replied. Apparently it wasn't common for Rachel to ask her sisters that. I always thought female siblings were kinder to each other than male, but maybe I was wrong. There's a lot of things I don't know about girls.
"Oh, great," I said.
"Hey, uhm, Rachel? I was wondering if you could do me a favour."
I hesitated. What would Rachel reply to a question like that? No way, you little brat, I hate you?
No, she wouldn't say that. Rachel's a sensible person. She'd ask what the favour is first, then decide whether or not she should do it.
"Depends," I said. "What is it?"
"Well, our class at school is having our picture taken tomorrow, and our teacher asked us to look our best, and I kind of wanted to look really nice for the picture..."
"Sound fair," I commented.
"So I was wondering if maybe you could give me a perm?"
I looked up, eyes wide. "A what?"
"A perm. You know, curl my hair?"
"Ehm, uhm," I mumbled. How to get out of this?! How in the world would I be able to curl Jordan's hair?! "Can't, uhm, can't mom do that?"
"She's home late today, don't you remember? She said you should fix dinner. It's all bought, you just have to cook it. So can you help me tonight, and perm my hair? Please, Rach, I really want that perm!"
Her cute, begging eyes was rather hard to ignore. But what could I do? I had no idea how to 'perm' hair! "Well... I'd love to, but... uhm, well, curling hair takes a while, and... I've got a lot of homework to do, and a lot of magazines to read. Yeah, so I wish I could help you, but I can't."
"Oh, please, Rach?" Jordan begged.
"No, no, sorry," I decided definite. "I haven't got time. It takes too much time."
"Then could you at least give me a pedicure? All the girls in my class were so envious the last time you did that. It doesn't take too long!"
"A what?" I asked.
"Pedicure!" Jordan repeated. "Do my nails, you idiot. Could you at least do THAT for your sister?"
"Yeah, uhm, sure," I finally replied, deciding it was best not to entirely ruin Rachel's relationship with her little sister.
A pedicure? Sure, I could handle that. Nails, at least I knew what that WAS. I wouldn't be able to curl Jordan's hair (however that could be done), but at least I could shape her nails and give her a nail polish, couldn't I? It was only a matter of finding the tools...
I spent the rest of that afternoon digging through Rachel's neverending drawers and shelves and cupboards. Apparently there's more to this room than meets the eye, and pedicure stuff was completely IMPOSSIBLE to find. At last, the room drove me crazy.
I left it and went into the hall, where a phone caught my attention. I picked it up, and started dialing my own number - home to me, Marco - but then stopped and hung up the phone again. It wouldn't be too good an idea to inform Rachel how I'd trashed her room to find pedicure tools. In stead, I dialed Cassie.
"Hello?"
"Hello, it's Mar... Rachel. It Cassie there?"
"Yeah, I'm Cassie."
"Oh right! Sorry. Didn't recognize your voice there, Cass."
"I see. Never mind that. How are you, Rachel?"
"Fine! Yeah, just fine. Everything's great, actually. Listen, you've been to my house a lot, haven't you? Almost more often than me..."
I made sure I didn't say anything suspicious, you never know when there's somebody listening in on your call.
"Yeah, I suppose that's true," Cassie said. "Why d'you ask?"
"Well... I completely forgot where I keep my pedicure stuff."
Silence. Then finally, she said: "Your pedicure stuff? Right... Rachel, I don't think you need to groom yourself tonight. We've got school tomorrow after all, your nails are bound to break at some point anyways."
"Yeah, well, I really wanna know where I keep my stuff," I said.
"And I really think you should drop it. Why do you wanna give yourself a pedicure?"
"I don't, I'm gonna give Jordan one!" I said enthusiastically.
More silence. Then finally: "Oh dear. Right, yeah, sure. You know what, I'm coming over. I've been at your house enough times to know Jordan can be pretty hard to say no to."
"Yeah, that's my sister all right," I grinned.
About half an hour later, Cassie was at the door.
I let her in, and as we were passing through the kitchen, Jordan met up with me. "When are you going to make dinner?" she asked. "I'm getting really hungry."
"Aren't we supposed to wait for Sarah...?" I asked hesitatingly.
"She's with grandma," Jordan replied. "You just don't pay attention anymore, do you?"
"No, I don't," I grinned. "Sure, yeah. Dinner."
As it turns out, dinner at Rachel's house meant a lot more than heating a pizza in the oven, like all normal people do. These people cooked potatoes, made sauce and fried meat. It was insane. I never would have managed that dinner if it wasn't for Cassie.
"I've cooked before," she grinned as she finished the sauce and put the pot on the table. "Let Jordan know dinner's ready."
"Jordan!" I called. "Dinner!"
It was a rather absurd scene. Jordan and Cassie, along with what Jordan thought was Rachel, was having dinner around the kitchen table in Naomi's house. The whole scene felt really wrong, but in a lot of ways very amusing as well. I had to hold my tongue several times to avoid saying anything really sarcastic or blunt that would make Rachel look like an idiot.
And later on, it was manicure time... I believe Cassie and I both found ourselves equally inexperienced in the matter, but it turned out not to be my biggest concern of the evening: Going to sleep was.
After Cassie had left, I realized at some point I had to go to bed. And at yet another point, I would have to change clothes - I knew I couldn't spoil Rachel's reputation by letting her stay this day, the night and the next day in the same outfit. That would be like breaking a LAW.
So finally, I manged to find a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt which I managed to wear in order to go to bed. It took me about fifteen minutes to change into it though, because I'd decided I didn't want to see Rachel in her underwear, so the changing happened with my eyes shut.
Finally, however, I was ready to go to sleep.
The last problem of the night was when Rachel's body decided it needed a bathroom break. I felt sick.
At the day after, I realized I had to take Rachel to school.
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There we are. Reviews, please!
