Sunlight was streaming into the room when David awoke. He yawned, stretched, and then his eyes took on a puzzled expression. Something was different. He turned his head to look for Darlene. She wasn’t there, yet he saw long blond hair on the pillow. He reached for it, pulled it gently through his fingers. He stiffened. It felt like he was pulling his own hair!
“What the hell?” he questioned, baffled. He sprang out of bed and gazed into the dresser mirror directly across from it. He paled. From the top of his honey coloured hair, to the tips of his pink painted toenails, he was all woman!
His knees weakened. He fell back in a sitting position on the bed. It took several moments for his head to clear. He remembered his conversations with Darlene between bouts of uninhibited, ravenous sex during the night. They had discussed everything from yoga to cloning. At one point they had even talked about taking over someone else’s body. For example, the body of a person without brain function, but otherwise perfectly healthy. The body might be there, but the spirit would be missing. Or even taking over the body of a normal person. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Darlene had done most of the talking. Had she been opening a pathway into his mind all the time making it easy to push him out of his body while easing herself in? Or did she put something in his drinks? They had consumed about twenty ounces of Remi Martin Cognac between them in the course of the evening…her cognac.
He stood up and examined himself again in the mirror. Then his eyes searched the room for his clothes. A pair of frilly black panties draped over the telephone at the head of the bed caught his attention. Suddenly, the realization that his clothes were not in the room, brought the truth home to him again. She was wearing them, and like it or not, he was going to have to wear hers!
“Oh, God,” he moaned, aloud “How am I ever going to handle this?” He had to find the she-devil and get his body back, and he had to be quick about it before she got too far away! With that thought burning in his mind, he reached for the black form fitting dress thrown carelessly on the back of the only chair in the room. Throwing it over his head like he would a sweater, he pulled it down over the unfamiliar curves of the body he was forced to occupy. When the hem reached his knees he gave one last tug, and then scanned the floor for shoes. He found them partially hidden under the bed. Grasping them by the heels he pulled them out, and then he froze.
“Holy shit!” he whispered, after a moment, “I can’t walk in these! The heels must be three inches high!” Shaking his head he slipped his feet into them, and then stood up cautiously. Placing one foot ahead of the other he took a step. He brought the other foot forward and immediately lost his balance, tumbling to the floor with a thump. Cursing, he reached up, grabbed hold of the edge of the dresser, and pulled himself to his feet, only to have the heel of one shoe twist sideways throwing him to the floor again! After the third attempt to climb to his feet and failing, he removed the shoes, tossed them over his shoulder to the bed, and then pulled himself up from the floor and sat on it. He was sweating.
“This just isn’t going to work,” he told himself. He sat there brooding for a few more minutes, and then, a look of determination on his face, reached for the shoes and put them back on his feet.
He stood up, inhaled deeply, and then took a first step toward the middle of the room. He didn’t fall. Encouraged, he took another. “I’m getting it,” he told himself with a grin when he remained standing. With a little more confidence he stepped forward for the third time, only to land on the floor hard as a shoe twisted under him! “Damn! Damn! Damn!” he groaned. He removed the shoes and climbed angrily to his feet. Going back to the bed, he sat down, put the shoes back on, took a deep breath, and then stood up again.
“I’ll learn to walk in these things if it takes me all morning!” he growled, stepping away from the bed.
An hour later, bruised and sore from many falls, he knew he could walk well enough in the high heels to get him out of the hotel, and home.
“That is, if she hasn’t moved in claiming to be me,” he thought. He suddenly realized that unless she had left his wallet somewhere he would be without money. How could he get all the way home without his car, which she probably had, and no money for a taxi? “I sure can’t walk there. Not in these shoes!” he groaned.
To give his feet a break, he kicked them off, and then went on a search of the room. They had been pretty tipsy…at least he had…the night before. His clothing and such had gotten thrown just about everywhere in the rush to get into bed. She had evidently discarded hers in the same way before he had arrived. “Maybe, just maybe, there is some money here somewhere,” he said, hopefully.
He found Darlene’s bra under her pillow, her panties were still draping the phone, but nothing of his was to be found. On a last desperate hope he got down on the floor, lifted the bedding, and looked under the bed.
He yelped!
Holding on to the mattress with one hand for support, he reached under the bed and pulled out a small black evening bag with the other. Hurriedly he climbed back to his feet, opened the bag, and dumped its contents on the dresser. Money, a wallet, lipstick, comb, car keys, etc., cascaded to the dresser top.
“Bingo!” David breathed. “Her first mistake!”
He picked up the money, counted it, and then searched for more in the wallet. He found another $150 there, which gave him a total of just under $200. Sighing with relief he then examined her identification. It was all there, her driver’s license, social insurance card, credit cards, and they all showed the same address. He gathered everything together and shoved it back into her purse. Putting the shoes back on, he glanced around the room to make sure he wasn’t missing anything important, hesitated when he saw the bra and panties, then shrugged and made for the door. His hand touched the knob; he took a deep breath, and then slowly turned it, opening the door. He stepped into the corridor, closing it behind him. He looked down at his feet.
“Don’t let me down shoes. Please!” he whispered.
Slowly, cautiously, he wended his way to the elevator. All he had to do was get to the hotel parking lot and find her car. She would have driven off in his, he suspected. She had his keys.
“But he had hers!” he thought. “All he had to do was match them to a red Ford Mustang. At least, that’s what the registration in her wallet said it was.” He stumbled and almost fell, but caught himself in time.
“Better keep my mind on walking,” he told himself as he reached the elevator.
Minutes later he found himself in the parking lot. He removed the keys from the purse, and then scanned the cars, spotting what looked like a red Mustang parked between two black cars not too far away. He moved towards it slowly. His feet felt hot and raw on the bottom when he finally got there. He fumbled with the key, finally got it in the slot, and turned it. It was the right car. Thankfully, he climbed into the driver’s seat, kicked off the shoes, and turned on the motor.
“Get ready bitch,” he growled, as he pulled out of the lot. “Wherever you are, I’m coming to find you!”
With that, he headed the car in the direction of the address on Darlene’s driver’s license, instead of going to his own place. However, he didn’t really expect to find her that easily. But whatever he had to do, wherever the trail took him, he would find her and get his body back.
Or die in the attempt!