A/N: Thank you to those of you who have reviewed my story this far. After this, I think there will be about three more chapters!!
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns the characters in PD, not me. boo hoo.
Thursday evening, Lilly's house
I am sitting here in Lilly's living room, waiting for Michael to return. God, I'm so bored…I wonder what's on television. Of course, I turn the channel to Lifetime to see what movie is on. Ooh! Fifteen and Pregnant! I know this movie is so old, but it is a Lifetime classic. I wonder what Michael and I would do in this situation. Wait, no I don't, I have enough to deal with just being fifteen and a princess, much less being fifteen, a princess, and pregnant.
Ha ha, Michael just walked in and with a totally serious look on his face, said, "Are you trying to tell me something?" I threw the remote control at him and rolled my eyes.
"So, what's the plan?" I asked him.
"Well, I just talked to Madam Zara and she agreed to meet us at the entrance. Now, all we need to do is find you a dress to wear."
Thursday evening, some random fitting room
Oh boy. I haven't bought a dress off the rack for ages it seems like. Not since Grandmere blew into town and decreed that if it isn't custom fitted or designed just for me, it will make me look like a "poulet".
So, that is what I am doing now. I wish I could call Tina and ask her to go shopping with me, but I can't risk her telling Lilly anything about our plan. Plus she is probably too busy with helping Lilly create posters for the election.
Gah! The election! With all of this going on, I completely forgot about Lilly running for President of our class. Not that she'll win or anything, I mean, Lana is totally running against her, but still, if she does, that means I would have to assume responsibility of the office. That's okay, I'll just do what Scarlett O'Hara would do, I think about it tomorrow.
Anyway, I am in some random department store trying on dresses, and I think I have found the winner. It is a mid-calf length strapless dress, and it is pink. I absolutely love it, but I am absolutely positive that Lilly will hate it. She doesn't like wearing the color pink. At all. Ever. But, I think it is the least I can do for what she has done and continues to do to me. She thinks that I am just sitting idly by, while she sets up dates for me, and that I am too spineless to do anything about it. Well,grr on you Lilly Moscovitz. I am doing something for a change, and okay, so my boyfriend and bodyguard have orchestrated the entire scheme, and all I have to do is show up, but still.
I am actually excited about tomorrow night, which is a change from the dread that I expected to feel. It could be that tomorrow night I am finally getting my body back, and will have a chance to make out with my boyfriend. Yeah, that's definitely what it is.
Michael is with me now, but it isn't exactly like I can give in to my urges and pull him into the dressing room with me. I think I am going through affection withdrawals or something, I've never felt that way about Michael, and the one time I do, I am stuck in his sister's bod, and can't do anything about it.
I showed him the dress, which he paid for, (but I am fully going to pay him back, just as soon as I can access my savings account), and he gave me a thumbs up.
"I can't wait to see Lilly's face when you show up wearing that pink dress!" he exclaimed.
"I know! I mean, in addition to the fact that I am actually there, she is going to kill me when she sees what I am making her wear!" I grinned deviously.
"Well, that's not half as bad as what she has done to you, so she deserves it."
I completely agree.
Thursday night, Lilly's bedroom
When we got home from shopping, Michael went into his room to finish up the last minute details. Lilly didn't ask him to escort her to the party, but since he is coming with me and Boris, he still has to wear his tux from his cousin's Bar Mitzvah.
I logged on to the internet and Lilly was online, but she didn't speak to me. Oh well, when we return to our own bodies, I'll try to mend the broken fence or whatever and be friends with her. But not before I give her a piece of my mind.
Before he disappeared, Michael told me not to stay up too late, because I had a long day ahead of me. Boy did I ever.