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The Neighbor part 1 of 4 By Morpheus As I was checking the lawn mower, making sure that it was gassed and working, I let my mind drift off to earlier that day. I had gotten my report card and had to bring it home to my parents, disgusted at myself for getting a C in science. They had promised me that if I'd gotten a B or better, that they would have given me $20 towards the new bike that I wanted to buy. Unfortunately, I didn't make it. It wasn't like I didn't try. I mean, science is my favorite class, but for some reason I still have problems with it. Glancing back at the mower, I thought that it sucked to have gotten that C when I put in so much effort. I really could have used the money too. It certainly would have helped me get that mountain bike I'd been looking at. I mean, I was going to be 14 next month, and I was still too young to get a real job. I didn't get any allowance, and my paper route wasn't very profitable since I had to compete with all those guys who used cars. That only left me with one other option to earn money. Mowing lawns and doing chores for the neighbors. That was what I was just getting ready to do right then. Hopefully with a few more months work I'd finally be able to get that bike. Shrugging to myself, I figured that it was time to get to work. After loading the can of gas and the rake on the back of the mower, I started off for the house next door, grinning as I noticed that the lawn needed mowing. There was a very likely opportunity for a customer, especially knowing Ms. Williams. Just then I heard someone call out "Hey Ethan" Turning at the sound of my own name, I saw my friend Tommy heading towards me with a couple other guys I knew. "What's up?" I asked with a grin. "We're heading over to the field for a game" Tommy held a football up for me to see, "and we wanted to know if you'd come too." Looking at the football then at Tommy I grinned. I was pretty athletic, and was actually real good at football. Probably the best in my school. This gained me a lot of friends when it came time for any kind of game. Sighing, I told Tommy "I'm sorry man, but I've got work to do" I gestured towards my lawn mower. "Bummer" Tommy said, obviously disappointed. The other guys were also looking disappointed. "I guess I'll catch you later then" Tommy said as he and the other guys turned and started running off. "See ya" I called back a little too late. Watching them run off for a few moments, I sort of wished that I had gone with them, just to spend some time with my friends. I know that I could easily have held off on mowing lawns, so that wasn't really an excuse. Though I was very good at not only football but most other sports, I just wasn't having as much fun playing anymore. It was getting a little boring really. I mean, how many times can you run back and forth over a field before it starts to get repetitious. Shrugging, I started looking at Ms. Williams house again. I guess that should probably be Dr. Williams, but I always call her Ms. anyway. She's some sort of physicist or something. A real nice lady too. Sometimes I ask her to help me out with my math and science homework, and if she has time she usually does. Unfortunately her help still hadn't done much for my grades. Well maybe it has. Maybe I would have failed the classes without her help. But at the moment however, I wasn't there for help with my homework. This time I was there for business. I grinned at that, remembering that Ms. Williams usually tipped pretty good for mowing her lawn. Going up and knocking on Ms. Williams's door, I waited several minutes before it opened up and Ms. Williams stepped out, saying "Hello Ethan." I smiled back nervously. Though I certainly wouldn't admit it, I did have a little bit of a crush on her. Sure, she's really old. Like in her early thirties. But she's still kind of good looking. She has blonde hair to her shoulders and from what I can see through her conservative clothes, a really nice body too. "Um.." I stuttered a little, "Hi Ms. Williams. I was wondering if you needed your lawn cut today." She poked her head out the door to look past me and get a good view of her lawn, then looked a little startled, as if she hadn't noticed that it was starting to need it again. Sighing, she asked me "The usual price?" I nodded agreement, trying to keep my eyes off her breasts. "All right." She told me smiling. "Thanks. I'll get right on it." I told her excitedly, then hurried off to start the mowing job. About an hour after I had started mowing, I was only about halfway done. I had just about finished up with cutting the grass, only having a little more to do, but I still had to rake it all up and trim the weeds from around the edges. I always made sure that did my best for Ms. Williams, and this time wasn't going to be any different. Just then I heard my Dad calling my name. Looking back at my house, I cut the mower and saw him standing at our door, smiling. "It's time for dinner" he called out loudly, obviously pleased that I was keeping out of trouble and doing something productive. Just until I could get that bike though, I told myself with a chuckle. "In just a minute" I yelled back, sighing as I looked around Ms. Williams still unfinished yard, then at the sun which was beginning to set. "I guess I won't get any more done tonight" I muttered to myself. I guessed that was what I got for starting this up after school. Taking one more glance around the yard, I hurried to tell Ms. Williams that I would have to finish up the next morning. Fortunately the next day was going to be Saturday, so afterwards I could probably get one or two more yards done as well. "That's no problem" She assured me with a smile, telling me "Good night Ethan" as I hurried away. The next day I waited till almost noon before I got around to finishing up Ms. Willaims lawn. However, once I actually started on it again, It didn't take me too long to finish up. Double checking to make sure that I didn't miss anything, I moved the bags of cut grass over to the garbage can for pick up. "There" I said aloud with pride, "I'm done." Then grinning to myself, I started thinking about how much closer this money was going to put me to my goal. I practically drooled as I imagined myself riding the new mountain bike. Shaking myself free from my daydream, I hurried to Ms. Williams door, knocking loudly and impatiently waiting for her to answer. After waiting for a minute, I knocked again, even louder, then pushed the door bell, hoping that this would get her attention. After another minute I was about to give up in disgust, when Ms. Williams finally opened the door. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you" she apologized, gesturing for me to come in. "That's all right" I said smiling, forgetting about my irritation of moments earlier. Following Ms. Williams to her living room, I sat down when she suggested I make myself comfortable. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked me politely. "Um...no thanks" I replied, knowing that she probably wouldn't have anything to drink except water and some diet soda's. That was all she ever had. Ms. Williams sat down in a chair across from me, crossing her legs as she did so. I felt myself getting an erection as I watched her, and tried hard not to stare at her breasts. However, either she didn't notice my reaction, or she was just ignoring it. Either way, I would have been very embarrassed if she had said something. "You did a very nice job" she said smiling, "Thank you Ethan." Then she reached over and started opening her wallet, which made me grin some more. While she was pulling a couple tens out, she hesitated then added another five to them and handed the money to me. "Thanks" I grinned back, pleased to have gotten a tip. Twenty five bucks for a couple hours work was well worth it I thought. And with the rest of the day I could probably earn a little more, though I know not as much in one spot as I had there. Most other people only wanted to pay me ten or fifteen for their yards. Still smiling at me, Ms. Williams chuckled, asking "Are you still saving up for that bicycle you wanted?" I nodded my head vigorously and started to tell her all about it. I know that I got a bit carried away and probably bored her, but she didn't seem to mind too much. Once I finally wound down, feeling embarrassed by my outburst, I noticed that she looked a little thoughtful. She was biting her lower lip even, then finally said "How would you like to help me with something else. I can pay you.....two hundred dollars for it." I gasped. That was more than enough for me to finally buy the bike. And I'd even have a little money leftover. "Who do I have to kill?" I jokingly asked back, wondering what I had to do to get that much money. Paint her house? Chuckling, she said "Nothing quite like that." Then she stopped, looking like she was about to have second thoughts. Not wanting to miss out on this chance, I eagerly asked "What is it then, Ms. Williams?" She winced, then said "Please call me Leslie." "All right....Leslie" I responded uncomfortably. She'd told me to call her Leslie once or twice before, but I'd never felt comfortable doing so. It felt sort of like I was like I was being rude or as my Dad would say, Impertinent. She smiled, seeming a little pleased with that. "Good." She hesitated again, then continued. "You'll have to promise not to tell anybody though. That's very important. No one can know." I nodded my agreement, my curiosity beginning to overcome my own suspicions that this might be trouble. What in the word could she want? Sighing, she stood up saying "It will probably be easier for me to show you. Follow me." Nervously I got up and obeyed her directions, following her into her hallway, through a door and down the stairs into a basement. Ms. Williams......Leslie stopped at the bottom, her hand hesitating on the light switch. "This is something that I've been working on for several years at home," she told me carefully, "and I really don't want it getting out just yet." Pausing, she took a deep breath. "I finished it last week and have tested it on several animals." Then in a quick spurt she added, "But I need to test it on some humans. And I need someone that I can trust." I gulped at that. This was really sounding pretty serious and I wasn't quite sure that I wanted to hear anymore. But seeing the hopeful look on her face, I nodded and cautiously said "All right" She nodded back, turning on the light and gesturing for me to come the rest of the way into her basement. "This is it" Ms. Williams....Leslie said proudly, gesturing broadly with her arm. I took a deep breath and stared. Along one corner wall there were several cages with animals, including a pair of monkey's. But what really caught my attention was the equipment lining another wall of the basement. There was what looked like a pair of electric chairs. Or, I decided, a couple of those hair dryer chairs that women have in their beauty salons. They were sitting a few feet apart from each other, with a big machine in the middle. Several cables stretched out to a table a few feet away with a box on it, and a really fancy computer. "Wow" I finally managed to spit out. I was sure that my mouth was still dropped open. Glancing at the animals, I suddenly wondered just what I'd gotten myself into. Seeing where my eyes were staring, Ms. Williams.....Leslie, said, "I used them for the testing, but it was perfectly safe." She walked over and put her hand in one of the cages, petting the cat inside, adding "I wouldn't have done anything to hurt them." Seeing the way the cat was rubbing up against her hand I felt a little relieved at that. "Um...What should I do?" God I was nervous, glancing around, wondering what all this stuff was. Leslie gestured for me to go over to the computer with her. "This" she said, taking a deep breath, "is a synaptic transference of encephalographic pattern device. I call it the STEP device for short." When she saw that I didn't understand a word that she'd just said, she sighed and told me "It can......switch peoples minds." "What...?" I asked, staring at her and suspecting that she was crazy. Oh God, I thought to myself, she's gone crazy. "No" she said proudly, "It really does. It can exchange peoples minds. I won't bother trying to explain how, but it does." "Really?" I asked her, still feeling very doubtful. She nodded and started to explain how she'd tested it. It didn't really make too much sense to me and I kind of zoned. out. "But why do you need me?" I asked her skeptically. Taking a deep breath, Leslie said "I want to test it on humans." I stared at her, not quite sure where she was going. "I want to trade places with you." "WHAT?" I demanded, jumping back and staring at her as if she were crazy. "You're nuts" I said. Leslie smiled faintly, saying "No, I'm not. I know that it's safe, but I need to try it on people. See how humans react to it. And I need people I can trust. That just leaves me, and you." "Oh shit." I muttered, shaking my head. This was unbelievable. "I only want to trade places for one day. For 24 hours then we can change back." She smiled nervously, obviously very embarrassed herself at the request. I guess that it would make sense. Why would she really want to trade places with me? Why would she want to turn into a teenage boy? Seeing both the nervous and hopeful looks on her face, I realized just how uncomfortable she was with this. And how much she wanted to do it. "Just one day?" I asked, beginning to think about it in spite of myself. What would it be like to be a girl. To be an adult woman. I have to admit, I was beginning to get curious. But I was also still rather skeptical, not sure that it would work. "You said you'd give me two hundred dollars?" She nodded, beginning to look a little more hopeful. "Can I think about it?" She sighed, "All right. But It should be done on the weekend so that there won't be any problems with my not showing up at work, or you showing up at school." I nodded, seeing her point. It would either have to be today, or wait until next weekend. I glanced at her, not sure if I really wanted to go through with this. Assuming of course that it even worked. Still, as far as I knew, she was never one for practical jokes. And she certainly looked serious. The thought of what it might be like to turn into her ran through my mind, arousing my curiosity and interest in spite of myself. It certainly would be something different. I was very curious about girls, and this might even answer some of my questions. Besides, I told myself, this would get me enough money for my bike. Gulping, I looked Leslie in the eye and said "All right. I'll do it." I watched with great nervousness as Leslie put on her glasses and sat in front of the computer, typing for several minutes, though it seemed much longer to me. The feel of my heart racing in my chest was extremely noticeable to me and I kept wondering if I'd made a mistake. If I'd done something that I really shouldn't have. "That should do it" Leslie said as she finished preparing the machine for use. Sighing, she removed her glasses and set them down on the table next to the computer, gesturing to one of the chairs. "Make yourself comfortable" she told me with a slightly nervous smile, "It should be completely painless." That "should" didn't make me feel any better. Nodding nervously I went to the chair, hesitating for a moment before hopping in it. The thought of finally getting that bike was the only thing that kept me from changing my mind. From hopping out of the chair and running upstairs and out of the house. "Calm down" I told myself as Leslie adjusted the bowl like helmet so that it would fit on my head. I watched warily as she smiled at me faintly, telling me not to worry, then went over and got adjusted in her own seat. "In just a few seconds" she warned. I nodded to myself, closing my eyes and hoping for the best. Just then I felt it. A sort of static shock running through me. It wasn't at all painful, just distracting. I felt myself getting dizzy and was glad that I'd closed my eyes for this. Then everything seemed to fade out. My body, my thoughts, everything. With a tingling sensation, I realized that I was awake again. Almost instantly I sensed that things had changed. Keeping my eyes closed for a few seconds, I just soaked up the strange and confusing signals I was getting from my body. Then I opened my eyes and looked around, wincing slightly as I saw that I was in a different position than I had started from. Gulping, I prepared for what I knew I was going to see, and looked down. "Shit" I said aloud in shock, hearing the profanity in Leslie's sweet voice. "It worked." "Incredible" I heard my own voice say from several feet away. It was a very strange feeling. "Absolutely amazing." I nodded, agreeing one hundred percent. With a slight grunt, I reached up and moved the helmet out of the way then sat up, noticing the weight on my chest for the first time. It felt so strange. Standing up from the chair, I stood rather wobbly, then looked down and noticed I was wearing high heels. I guess they don't really qualify as large high heels, but they were a lot higher in the heels than I was used to. I felt so unsteady but tried hard to keep my balance. It certainly wasn't easy since my whole body felt different. My chest felt huge and heavy, my hips and ass felt big and all of it just made me feel even more unbalanced. Looking over at Leslie in my body, I noticed that she was having similar problems, though not quite as bad. "This is weird" I complained, unsteadily taking a few steps. "I can't believe it worked." While I was cautiously walking around the room, one step at a time, I saw that Leslie was patting herself down, especially on her chest and crotch. Or should that be my chest and crotch. I winced at what that meant as I looked down and saw my own chest pushing out much farther than was decent for a guy. And I had to spent a whole day like that? I wasn't sure that I could handle that. However as I looked at Leslie, calmly talking into a tape recorder, telling about what had just happened, I grew determined that I would somehow. Taking my time I slowly kept walking around the room, getting a little more comfortable with walking in those shoes. Of course I knew that I could have just taken them off and walked around barefoot, but for some reason I didn't want to do that. I think it was just stubborn pride. Leslie was handling it all right, and I was determined that I was going to as well. Even if it meant walking in those blasted shoes. Fortunately I managed to get a little more comfortable after just a little bit, especially after she called out one or two helpful comments. Soon I was walking around without very much trouble, though I still wasn't very comfortable with it either. Once Leslie had finished taking her notes and checking some stuff in the computer that controlled the STEP, she turned to me and grinned triumphantly. "The STEP works. This is fantastic." Then she asked me "How do you feel?" I looked down at myself, then back at her in embarrassment. "I'm fine." I told her. "I think." She nodded, then asked me to describe what I felt when we'd changed. Pausing for a moment, I collected my thoughts and told her. "That's about what happened to me." she said thoughtfully. "I was just making sure." She looked at me, amazement clear on my old face. Apparently she hadn't stopped to examine me too much yet and the strangeness of it was just sinking in. "Oh my, this is rather strange" she said, staring at me. Then smiling, she asked "How do you like being a woman so far?" I blushed at that and turned away. God this was embarrassing. A short while later Leslie and I were back up in her living room, sitting across from each other and staring. Neither of us had ever seen ourselves from such a perspective and were amazed by it. Finally Leslie broke the silence, saying "I guess I'll have to go to your house for the night if we are to keep this up for the 24 hours." I nodded at that, knowing that she was right. Then something else dawned on me. "I've got my paper route in the morning as well." "Just call in sick" she suggested. "It's not like that" I protested. "I have to do it, or find someone else that can. And I don't have a substitute." Then I grinned slightly, adding "I guess it would probably look funny if I didn't do it too." Then she looked at me and frowned, beginning to get the idea. "It's not hard" I told her, then explained that I had a map of my route in my bedroom, just in case I needed a substitute some day. After describing what she needed to do, and where the map and subscriber list were at, I said "That's about it." She nodded thoughtfully. "Doesn't sound too bad. I think I can handle it." Then she chuckled a little saying "After all that work I put into getting a PHD, I get to do a paper route." I smiled back a little. It was kind of ironic. For a little bit longer we talked, neither of us able to get over how strange it was to see ourselves across from us. Feeling an uncomfortable irritation on my shoulder, I reached up to scratch at it, realizing as my fingers brushed it that it was a bra strap pulling into me. Instantly I yanked my hand back, not having realized until that moment that I had been wearing a bra. Yuck. I glanced down at my obvious breasts, then to my hands, staring at the elegant and feminine fingers, with the glossy painted nails. While I was engrossed in studying my own hands, Leslie had nervously picked up a notebook and started reading through it, stopping suddenly and exclaiming in delight. "Amazing. I haven't been able to read without my glasses since I was 10." Hearing her say this, I suddenly realized that there had been just a slight blurriness when I was looking at things close to me. I hadn't even really noticed it until then. Wanting to know for sure, I saw a magazine on the coffee table and picked it up, opening the page at random and started reading. Or at least I tried too. The words were far too blurry for me to make out, even when I squinted and focused as much as I could. Seeing that it was useless I gave up in disgust, tossing the magazine back to the table. "It's not easy is it?" Leslie asked me. I nodded, glad that I would be able to see normally again in just another day. "Do you want something to drink?" Leslie asked me, getting up off the couch and heading towards her kitchen. I told her no thanks, instead, taking the few minutes away from her sight to poke at my breasts. They felt so strange. Not only were they sort of heavy on my chest, and sticking out really far, but they also felt sort of soft when I pushed them with my finger. However as soon as I heard Leslie coming back into the room I had to stop my curious examining. "Try this" she told me, handing me a glass of ice tea. "Yuck" I protested, holding the cup, "I hate tea." Smiling slightly, Leslie said "I'm curious about something. Please try it." Looking at the glass in my hand, I nodded and took a sip. Slightly surprised, I said "It's not bad." I stared at the tea for a moment then took another sip. It really wasn't bad at all. Actually it was sort of tasty. "What kind of tea is this?" I asked Leslie curiously. "The same kind I always have" she told me, sitting back down in her seat. "It appears that our senses are rather different." She chuckled. "After noticing my eyesight was normal, I couldn't help wondering just how different our other senses would be." I stared at her for a moment, then took another sip of the tea. It didn't really taste quite like tea usually did. There was something about it that was different, though I couldn't put my finger on it. It was too subtle. But still, I kind of liked it. "This is your normal tea?" I said skeptically. Leslie had given me some of her tea before, and I hadn't liked it then. She nodded. "Jeez" I muttered, hardly believing it was the same stuff. I mean, how could I hate something then suddenly turn around and like it. Shaking my head, I decided that I really didn't want to know. Just then the phone started ringing, nearly making me jump. "I'll get it" Leslie said, picking it up and answering "Hello?" She frowned slightly, then her mouth dropped open. She looked like she was going to say something but held herself back. "All right" she finally said calmly, then hung up. "Maybe I should have let you get it" she mumbled. "Who was that?" I asked curiously. She smiled faintly. "Your Dad" "What?" I asked a little surprised. "What did he want?" Beginning to chuckle, Leslie shook her head. "He wanted you to come home and mow your own yard for a change." Then she looked down at herself, adding "I don't think that it will be all that possible." "Oh shi.....um...Dad's going to be pissed." I told her, looking down at myself. Like I could just walk home and have him believe I was me. I snorted at the ridiculousness of it. I looked hesitantly at Leslie, wondering what we were going to do, and hoping that she wouldn't get me in trouble. Seeing the look on my face she sighed. "All right" she said reluctantly, "I guess this is part of the price I have to pay for testing the STEP." Taking a deep breath, she looked thoughtful, then rather embarrassed. "Since I'm going to have to pretend to be you until tomorrow, you'll have to stay here for the night." I nodded reluctantly. It did make sense. Sighing, she quietly said "Please be careful with my body" Then she blushed badly, obviously wanting to say something more. "All right" I nodded back. Then it dawned on me that I'd be here all alone, and I felt myself blushing. Trying to avoid looking at Leslie in my embarrassment, I instead stared at my unfamiliar fingers as they clenched each other in my lap. Getting up, Leslie told me to help myself to anything in the kitchen and to make myself at home. I could tell that she wasn't very comfortable leaving me here in her home all alone, especially in her body, but I wasn't any more comfortable with it myself. Think of the bike, I told myself, trying to calm down and relax. Saying "You'll be fine," Leslie started walking towards the door, stopping suddenly and turning towards me with a grin on her, or actually my, face. "Oh, and while you're in my body, I would appreciate it if you didn't sit like that" Looking down, I felt myself flush with embarrassment as I realized I was sitting with my legs spread open as wide as they could in the knee length skirt I was wearing. When I looked back, Leslie was already gone, though I could hear a faint chuckle near the door. "Oh Boy" I said, looking down at myself, then turning to make sure that Leslie really had gone. Getting up and making sure the front door was locked, I smiled to myself. There was something that had been making me incredibly curious, and now that I was finally alone I had the chance to explore it. Grinning broadly to myself, I went to satisfy my curiosity. part 2 of 4 Though I knew it wasn't necessary, I couldn't help but glancing around nervously, halfway expecting Leslie to come back and find me where I probably shouldn't be, doing something that might be taken the wrong way. Forcing myself to calm down, I looked around the basement, grinning as my eyes fell on the STEP again. Ever since I had found out just how well it had worked, I'd been wanting to get a little closer a look at it. It looked so impressive, and so expensive. I was almost sure that Leslie wouldn't have let me play around with it. God, I asked myself intently, how does it work. How did she even turn it on. All I knew was that she did something on the computer and when we were both sitting down, it turned on. Did Leslie have some sort of button or switch to push near her chair? I wasn't sure if I remembered seeing any or not. I mean, when I suddenly found myself sitting in her spot, I was a little distracted by other things to pay too much attention to that. Looking down at myself, I shook my head and grabbed one of my breasts, still being somewhat distracted, but at least now I was alone. Even if that did make me nervous as well. Trying to ignore the my curiosity about my temporary body, I carefully examined the STEP, looking at every nook and cranny I could. And after a thorough examination, I have come to one conclusion about how it works. That I have absolutely no idea. Even the computer and controls didn't really make much sense to me. Wasn't there just a switch or button to push somewhere that just said "swap"? If there was I certainly didn't see it. After spending an hour or so in the basement, I finally learned all that I knew I would about the STEP and left the basement, a little disappointed. I mean, I hadn't even figured out how to turn it on. Once I was back upstairs, I closed the door to the basement behind me and nervously touched my chest. Quickly pulling my hand back again, I tried to ignore the curiosity that was beginning to grow stronger in me about the changes in my new body. Leslie's body. Shaking my head, I decided to distract myself by looking through her house. I felt a little embarrassed as I did so, since after all I snooping through her stuff. But still, that didn't stop me. First I just went into the door closest to the basement, seeing immediately that it was probably a second bedroom. However Leslie had apparently been using it partly as a storage room, and partly as a gym. There was all sorts of exercise equipment sitting around there. A treadmill, an exercise bike, a stair-climber, several small weights and other odds and ends. With a quick glance around the room, I remembered that Leslie was something of a health nut. Staring at the exercise equipment for a moment, I started wondering again just how good Leslie looked underneath all the clothes. As soon as I remembered just how easily it would be for me to find out, I blushed and decided to go to the kitchen. At least it wouldn't be quite as much of an invasion of her privacy. Within a few minutes I had gone through most of the cupboards, glancing at what was inside. I also figured that since I was there, I might as well see if I could find myself something to much on. Unfortunately it wasn't until I opened the fridge that I realized her health nut trend extended to her food as well. "Yuck" I spat out, "rabbit food." Even after going through the entire kitchen, the only junk food I found was a carton of ice cream in the freezer. Not even low fat, I was surprised though pleased to discover. "Thank God" I muttered to myself, "She's human after all." Leaving the ice cream where it was for the moment, I continued on with my search through the house, stopping suddenly as I heard a sound from outside. Peaking out a window, I couldn't help but grinning as I saw Leslie mowing the lawn over at my house. Apparently noticing me at the window, she turned and waved at me. I waved back, then turned away from the window, chuckling to myself. "Well I had been planning on mowing lawns today" I said aloud as I went back to snooping. Hesitating at Leslie's bedroom, I tried thinking if there was anywhere else in the house that I hadn't gone through yet. Since I couldn't think of one, I went inside, nervous at intruding into her most private area. The bed was nicely made and it all looked pretty normal. Seeing a purse sitting at the food of the bed, I started digging through that, pulling out lipstick, mascara and some other makeup. There were a few tampons, which I quickly tossed aside, and there was Leslie's wallet. Pretty normal stuff I guessed. Digging through the wallet, I found a drivers license which said Leslie Dawn Williams, age 31. "Wow" I muttered, eyeing the information, and then the money and credit cards in the wallet. Then something else in there caught my eye. Curious, I started examining some other sort of ID that was in there. It looked pretty fancy, even having some sort of computer code along one side. It was some sort of access card for Leslie's job. "Wow" I muttered again, wondering just what her job was like. Just from looking at the card I suspected that it must have a lot of security. After staring at the card for a few minutes, I put it and everything else back into the purse, feeling a little embarrassed for my intrusion, but sort of satisfied as well. Then glancing around the room I started taking quick peaks through all of Leslie's drawers and closets, finding lots of what was expected, plus a few items that I blushed at to imagine her in. Then licking my lips, realized again just how easily that could be arranged at the moment. Trying to fight the increasing temptation to examine my current body much closer, I turned around, catching sight of myself for the first time in a mirror. I'd avoided the bathroom so far just so I wouldn't have to. But there I was, confronted with my own reflection, in spite of my intentions. "Wow" I said, staring at myself, mouth dropped open. Up until then, I'd known that I was in Leslie's body, but this seemed to just drive it in more strongly. To make it seem that much more real. In front of me I could see the shoulder length blonde hair. The attractive face wearing the small ear rings. Leslie's black skirt showed off her, now my legs, very nicely. It was conservative enough and left just enough of the legs hidden to arouse the imagination. She, now I, was wearing a matching black light jacket, which was opened in the front to show a white blouse. Her...my breasts jutted out rather proudly, making me actually smile at the image. For the first time I could stare at Leslie all I wanted without worrying about being caught and embarrassed by doing so. Taking advantage of my opportunity, I posed in front of the mirror for a few minutes, being too self conscious though to take off any of my clothes. Though watching Leslie in the mirror was rather exciting, it was just too strange seeing her mimicking my movements. Shaking my head, I turned away from the mirror, stopping for a moment and smiling as I listened to the sound of a lawn mower coming in through the window. Leaving Leslie's room, I went back to the kitchen, feeling a little hungry and hoping that I might be able to eat something there. After making myself a sandwich with some of that whole grain bread I found in Leslie's kitchen, I hesitated, wishing that I could at least make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with white bread. Unfortunately neither white bread nor peanut butter were available. Glancing back to the freezer, I muttered "At least I can have ice cream for desert" then took a bite of the sandwich. Chewing my lunch, I was somewhat surprised to realize that the sandwich didn't taste as bad as I'd expected. Actually it was fairly good. Not great, but what can you expect from a sandwich. Normally I hated those (shudder) healthy wheat breads, but here I was enjoying it. Suddenly remembering the tea from earlier, I understood. Leslie's body was used to that stuff. Then another thought occurred to me. Did this mean that I wouldn't like chocolate or candy anymore? Sighing, I reached for a glass. There was plenty of tea still in the fridge, and the sandwich was making me thirsty. I was amusing myself by looking out the window and watching Leslie, still in my body of course, mowing my lawn. The whole idea seemed funny to me. She paid me to mow her lawn, then she has to mow my lawn for nothing. The funny thing is that I think I saw her smiling several times, as if she were enjoying it. How anyone could enjoy doing chores like mowing lawns was beyond me. I only did it so that I could buy that bike. Finally Leslie seemed to have finished up with the lawn, even raking the grass. Then I noticed Tommy, and another friend of mine, Derek, walking towards her, football in hand. "Oh, this is going to be good" I grinned to myself as I watched them approach her, wishing that I could hear what they were saying. At first I think Leslie looked a little surprised, then thoughtful. Then she grinned and said something to them, only to walk off with my friends several minutes later. "They talked her into playing?" I said, halfway shocked and halfway amused. Oh what I wouldn't give to see that. Without Leslie outside for me to watch and occupy myself, I started to get a little bored and went looking for something to do. Before looking too much though I realized that I had to go to the bathroom, and embarrassing as it was, I was going to have to do it sitting down. Taking a deep breath, I pulled down my skirt and panties, sitting quickly down on the seat and relieving myself without looking at my crotch. The spray coming out wasn't quite like what I was used to, but it made me feel better. Once I was finished, I finally looked at my crotch, even putting my hand between my legs. Though I'd known that my cock and nuts were gone, it still felt so wrong to have my hand meeting nothing there. Trying to ignore the strangeness there, I wiped myself dry and quickly got dressed again, deciding that I'd better find something to occupy myself with. After looking at the STEP again, and petting one of the cats, I went back upstairs, just in time to hear the doorbell ringing. Curious as to who it was, I started hurrying to the door. However in my rush, my foot twisted to the side rather uncomfortably. Wincing as I stopped to rub at my ankle, glared at the shoes I felt were responsible. "Damn high heels" I muttered, wondering how women could stand to wear them all the time. Hearing the door bell ring again distracted me from the shoes and I started towards the door again, this time being a little more careful. "Hello?" I said cautiously as I opened the door, seeing some man standing there expectantly. He was a bit taller than me and he had a mustache. I stared at him for a moment, trying to guess where I'd seen him before, then it dawned on me. "Jarrod" I said in greeting, remembering that he was one of Leslie's friends. A boyfriend I think. "Are you all right?" Jarrod asked me, looking rather concerned. "Oh...I'm fine" I said, reminding myself that he thought I was Leslie. "I was just thinking" I told him, gesturing for him to come in. As he went past me and into the living room, I wondered what he was here for. Sitting himself down on the couch, Jarrod made himself comfortable and said "I was just in the neighborhood and wondered if you were up to anything." "Not really" I told him, sitting down myself. "Why?" I consciously made myself cross my legs like a woman would, hoping that it looked natural. Jarrod grinned confidently, saying "Just wondering if you wanted to go do something." He paused for a moment then asked me "Do you have any preferences?" I stared at Jarrod, trying to keep my mouth from dropping open and a pleasant expression on my face. After all, he thought I was Leslie and I didn't want to do anything that would ruin her friendship with him once she was back. I as about to tell him no thanks, when I remembered that I was just looking for something to do. Thinking about it for a moment, I smiled and asked Jarrod "How about the carnival?" I'd been wanting to check out the carnival, but hadn't been willing to spend my bike money on it. Glancing at Jarrod, I wondered if maybe I had made a mistake. Maybe I should have just stayed around the house, but then again, I reminded myself, Leslie is going out with my friends and having fun. So what was wrong with this. Jarrod looked a little startled by my suggestion, but quickly hid it, looking pleased as well. "The carnival? Sounds great." "Then let's go" I suggested, standing up and moving towards the door. Just as we were about to go out, Jarrod paused and looked at me curiously for a second. "Aren't you bringing your purse?" he asked me. Looking down at myself in embarrassment, I realized that I didn't exactly have a lot of pockets on me much less a wallet or house keys. "Um....let me go get it" I told Jarrod as I hurried towards the bedroom where I saw the purse earlier. "Man, I feel stupid" I muttered to myself as I picked up the purse and slung it over my shoulder. The unfamiliar weight there felt odd to me, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, it did look somewhat natural. Just like Leslie usually did. Going back to Jarrod I told him, "OK, I'm ready." The carnival was great. At first I was a little uncomfortable being with Jarrod, but as we went through a few booths and rides together that started to ease. However I did have to smile patiently and bluff my way through several conversations, and when he started talking about work (It turns out he works with Leslie) I had to smile and tell him "No shop talk" Apparently that satisfied him since he smiled and hadn't said another word about work after that. We were both having a good time on the rides, but I knew that it would have to end soon. While we were sitting in one ride, high up in the air, Jarrod quietly said "You know Leslie, I don't remember ever having quite this much fun with you before. Usually you're too serious." "Um....thanks" I said quietly, blushing with embarrassment. Jarrod just grinned. "I'm just glad we're having fun." I smiled back faintly, becoming aware that my chest felt funny. My nipples felt sort of tense and tingly, but good too. And my crotch felt sort of warm and gooey. Though I was tempted to touch my nipples, I couldn't do that in front of Jarrod. For the rest of the ride we were quiet, and I was rather uncomfortable due to the strange sensations I was getting from my body. They weren't painful though, just distracting. Actually they were all sort of pleasant. And when I squeezed my legs together, my crotch felt even better. After the ride was over, Jarrod and I went to some game booth, and I tried hard to ignore the strange feelings until they eventually went away, much to my relief, and somewhat to my disappointment as well. Though we'd both been having a lot of fun at the carnival, it had finally come time for us to leave. I grinned to Jarrod as we walked out, already having agreed to grab dinner together before he dropped me back off at what he thought was my house. It didn't take us long to get to a small diner that fed us both pretty well, though I had to force myself to order a chicken salad and eat healthy. That's what Leslie would have done and I didn't want to do anything that would let Jarrod know that I wasn't her. Fortunately though it tasted pretty good. Throughout dinner we talked and joked around, with Jarrod making me laugh a couple times. It was pretty fun. Afterwards we went back to Leslie's house, stopping at the front door while I dug through Leslie's purse for the key. Jarrod sighed, saying "I guess this is it for today." he looked at his watch, adding "I've got a few things to do tonight." "Me too" I lied to him. Smiling faintly, I realized that the strange feelings in my chest and crotch had returned. What Jarrod did next caught me completely by surprise. He reached over and started kissing me on the mouth. It was so unexpected that I didn't even resist, startled to feel his tongue moving around inside my mouth. At first I was too shocked to do anything, then almost against my will I found myself responding to his kiss. Breaking away, I gasped for breath, staring at Jarrod in confusion at what I was feeling for him. The strange feelings were even stronger, more demanding. "I've got to go" he apologized to me, giving me one more quick kiss before turning and heading to his car. Still staring at Jarrod as he drove away, I finally gathered my wits enough to say "Wow", before turning and going back inside. part 3 of 4 As soon as I was back inside the house, I instantly started rubbing at my chest, amazed at how strong the feelings coming from there were. It was unbelievable. Squeezing my legs together tightly, I felt the warm gooey feeling between them as well. It all felt so good. I was just about to slide my hand into my skirt and touch myself more, when I heard something at the door. A stab of fear ran through me and the pleasant sensations that I'd been feeling quickly faded. Someone was here. Just then I heard the door open, and saw myself walk into the room. "Leslie" I said, forcing a smile. "Hi", she said smiling back, then moving over and sitting down on a chair, "I saw that you went off with Jarrod." She looked at me suspiciously, making me blush. "I saw you go with Tommy" I said defensively, "and I was getting bored." For several moments we sat silently, then Leslie asked "What did you do?" Taking a deep breath, I told her that we'd only gone to the carnival. She nodded. "How bout you?" I asked, "Did you like playing football?" At least that was what I'd assumed they'd done. Leslie looked somewhat embarrassed, then admitted to me that she'd had a good time. "I've never been into sports" she said thought fully, "I've always been better at science. But I have to admit that I had a real good time." She grinned, shaking her head slightly, "It's a bit more challenging than it looks too." I grinned back at that. "I never knew you were so good at sports." She said, then told me all about how the other kids had treated her. At this I nodded understandingly. They do have a tendency to get a little excited when someone can win a game. This I knew very well. "Either way" she continued, "It's certainly different being one of the guys. Being so well liked by everyone." For a little longer we told each other what we'd been doing, then Leslie suddenly said "I can't stay much longer." She frowned, glancing in the direction of my house, adding "Your parents wanted you to be back home in just a little while" She snorted at that while I just laughed. "Better you than me" I said grinning. "Ha Ha" she snapped back sarcastically. I only grinned more. We both sat there quietly, and somewhat uncomfortable in each others presence. I also had a strange feeling that Leslie was looking at me rather oddly. It wasn't anything in particular, and I didn't catch her really staring or anything, but several times she looked away and seemed slightly embarrassed, only to cover it up immediately. Looking at her, I wondered what was going on. Suddenly Leslie looked down at my watch, saying "I'd better go before your Dad gets mad and grounds you." She sighed, "I'm sure that you don't want that trouble once we switch back." I nodded, agreeing whole heartedly. With that, Leslie got up and went to the door, calling "I'll see you tomorrow" before leaving. All at once I was all alone again. All alone with Leslie's body. I started examining myself, at least as much as I could with all my clothes still on, and remembering the pleasant feelings I'd been having before Leslie had arrived. Unfortunately they were gone now, though I smiled slightly as I thought about them. Still, now that left me with nothing really to do. Of course I was still interested in the STEP, but knew that I wasn't going to figure anything more out about that. So the STEP was out. Feeling just a little antsy, I started to walk around the house again, stopping as I reached the room with the exercise equipment. Peaking my head in, I figured why not, then looked down at myself and smiled. I wasn't exactly dressed for exercising. Looking back at the treadmill, I realized that I'd made up my mind. Exercising wasn't something that I normally liked. Not unless it was while playing some game. But I was feeling a little energetic at the moment and it seemed like a good way to burn off some of that energy. Going to Leslie's bedroom, I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at myself for some minutes before I remembered what I was there for. Sighing, I pulled away from the mirror and went to Leslie's dresser, pulling out a gray jogging suit and setting it down on her bed. Taking a deep breath, I stated undressing. Once I was down to just the bra and panties I stopped, staring at myself in the mirror even harder than I had before. "God she.....I'm gorgeous" I finally said. I was amazed. I'd known that Leslie had a great figure, but this was the first time that I'd seen her this undressed. Her body was trim and looked very fit. Her.....my breasts looked even bigger than I'd expected. "Wow" I said again. Fighting a strong temptation to pose in front of the mirror, I turned away and started to put on the jogging suit. After I'd slipped on the socks and tennis shoes I'd found in the closet, I jumped up and down a few times experimentally to see how practical these clothes were. Doing so, I discovered two things. First, the bra wasn't holding my breasts down enough. They were bouncing with every jump, very annoyingly. And two, my hair kept slapping me alongside the face. "How does Leslie deal with this?" I asked myself, looking around for a clue. Within several minutes I had found the solutions to both problems. A scrunchie on top of the dresser let me put my hair into a pony tail so that it wouldn't get in the way. And in another drawer I found an athletic bra, though I wasn't quite sure about it at first. Taking the top off of the jogging suit, I hesitated at the bra, looking at it nervously. The thought of what was underneath it, what I was actually going to see for the first time all ran through my mind. Then one other thought occurred to me. "How the hell do I get this damn thing off?" For several minutes I struggled with the bra and finally I managed to get the hooks in the back undone, feeling almost proud with myself once I had done so. Dropping the bra to the floor, I stared down at myself, my mouth dropped open in awe. These were the first real breasts that I'd ever seen. And they were on my chest. My eyes kept going back and forth from my chest, to the mirror and back again. Smiling faintly I touched one of my nipples, noticing that not only was it a lot bigger than my old ones, but more sensitive as well. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, I stopped my exploration and started putting the athletic bra on, noticing as soon as I had finished doing so, how constricting it felt. But when I jumped up and down again to test it, my breasts didn't bounce around quite as much as before. "That should do it" I told myself as I was putting the jogging suit top back on. Satisfied that I was ready, I hurried to the "gym" almost eager to start and see what this body could do. After turning on a radio that I found in the room, I started with a few stretches, figuring that a body as old as Leslie's would need a warm up. Funny though, I didn't feel old. And thinking back to the mirror, I certainly didn't really look old either. The stretches actually felt kind of good, and surprised me by just how flexible I now was. Soon I was ready for the real workout. I started with the treadmill. As I ran, my breasts bounced slightly, but not uncomfortably. Since the running didn't seem to bad, I kept at it until I was breathing pretty hard and sweating. Finally I stopped with the treatmill, taking a break for several minutes before moving onto the next thing. Once I got to the small weights, I found that I wasn't quite as strong as I normally was and I hadn't really noticed it before. Still, they were rather small weights and I guessed that Leslie didn't push too hard with them. I was busy with the various exercises for over an hour, losing track of the time as I pushed my new body, actually enjoying it. The exercise made all my muscles feel charged up and my whole body feel more alive. I gasped and breathed hard as I finished up, smiling as I saw that some sweat had soaked through my jogging suit. Still breathing hard, I went to the living room and sat down on the couch, pleased how good I felt. I'd never really had that all around good feeling from exercising before. Sure, I'd gotten a bit pumped when I played sports and really pushed myself, and it was sort of similar, but not quite. Turning on the TV, I just stayed where I was, enjoying the tired, but nice feeling in my body. Once my breathing and heart rate had both slowed down some, I began to realize that I was a little hungry. Remembering the ice cream in the freezer, I smiled to myself and hurried back to the kitchen. Walking back into the living room with a bowl of ice cream, I got myself comfortable on the couch, curling my legs underneath me comfortably, not thinking about the fact that I never sat like that normally. "Nummy nummy" I said, taking a deep spoonful of the ice cream and shoving it into my mouth, relieved to be able to finally get some junk food. "Mmmm" I moaned, savoring the delicious chocolate ribbon in the ice cream. It was so smooth and delicious that I couldn't believe it. "God this is good ice cream" I told myself, staring at it hungrily. I was even drooling some. As I finished eating the best tasting ice cream that I'd ever had, I could feel the nice feelings in my nipples and crotch beginning to return somewhat. Absently I began to rub at my chest, then slid one hand down the front of the jogging suit and into my panties. My hand met something wet and sort of sticky in my crotch, making me momentarily wonder what it was. That thought however quickly passed as I started rubbing my crotch, feeling myself get tenser down there, and wetter. I felt very good, but it was like I needed something as well. I didn't know what it was, but responded by slipping a finger into the slit. "Oh God" I said, nearly moaning, shocked by the sudden feeling of something being pushed inside of my body, even if it was only my finger. I quickly pulled my finger back out, realizing that this was what the desire was. What my body wanted. For something to be put inside of my........ "Oh shit!" I said aloud as further realization dawned on me. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the knowledge of what my body wanted, I tried to ignore the demands for attention from my nipples and crotch. But they were too uncomfortable to really ignore, and I soon found myself rubbing at my nipples again, this time avoiding my crotch, no matter how much I wanted attention down there. Eventually the feelings started to fade and I decided that it was about time for bed. After brushing my teeth with a toothbrush I'd found in Leslie's bathroom, I stripped down to just my panties and crawled into bed, gently holding my breasts as I slowly drifted off to sleep. Waking up the next morning, I smiled as I vaguely remembered having a very pleasant dream. I didn't remember what it was about, but I still had a sort of warm and pleasant feeling from it. Sitting up, I noticed that in between my legs felt a little sticky, and when I touched there nervously with my finger, I found that there was something there. What it was took me a few minutes to recognize. The same liquid that had come from my (gulp) vagina the night before. "I really need a shower" I muttered to myself in embarrassment, thinking how gross that was. Once I'd climbed out of bed, I noticed that there was stuff on the pillow cases as well. Curiously I examined the pillows, then realized that it was makeup. I hadn't taken the makeup Leslie had put on before I'd gone to bed, and now it had smeared everywhere. "Shit" was all I said as I wondered how Leslie would take me messing up her pillow cases. Did that stuff even come out? Figuring that it was the least I could do, I tossed the dirty pillow cases into the washing machine along with the rest of the sheets. After all, if I was going to do it I might as well do it right. Once I'd started the laundry and even put new sheets on Leslie's bed, I stopped in front of the mirror and smiled faintly to myself, realizing that I really should take a shower. Hesitating for a moment, I pulled off my panties and hurried to the bathroom. After relieving a rising demand from my bladder, I was about to hop into the shower but changed my mind at the last moment, as soon as I'd seen all the different bubble baths around the tub. Leslie obviously preferred baths, and I was supposed to be taking good care of her body. The hot bath felt incredible and all the tension that I hadn't even been aware of faded from my body. I felt soooo good. How long I just laid there with my eyes closed, enjoying the warm soak I don't know. Finally though I started washing myself. When I was finished, I hopped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around myself and went back to the bedroom, knowing that I'd need something to wear and the clothes from the day before certainly wouldn't do. I looked for a few minutes and settled on some clothes that were a little more casual than what Leslie had been wearing the day before. A pair of dark blue slacks and a white shirt. But just to be contrary, I slipped on the semi high heeled shoes again instead of the sneakers. I figured that since I'd already learned to walk in them, I might as well keep it up for just a little longer. After all, it would only be a couple hours until Leslie and I were back in our own bodies and I wouldn't be doing that kind of stuff anymore. And after catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I decided I might as well go all the way and add makeup. The first couple attempts were a complete disaster, but by the sixth I had managed to put on a little bit and not come off looking like some overdone cheap hooker. I actually managed to look pretty decent too. Smiling faintly at myself in the mirror, I said "Only a little longer" Several hours later it was nearly noon and I still hadn't heard a thing from Leslie. I looked at the feminine watch on my wrist and frowned impatiently, tapping my slightly long fingernails against the table nervously, unaware that this was something that Leslie did when she was nervous. Where was she? I glanced at my watch again, then took another sip of my diet Coke, not thinking how strange it was that I was not only drinking it but liking it. I was almost getting used to my tastes having changed. Impatiently waiting another half hour, I decided to go find out why Leslie was late myself. After making sure I was presentable, I hurried over to my house next door, hesitating for a moment before knocking. A minute later my Mom answered the door, saying "Ms. Williams?" then shaking her head slightly and asking if I wanted to come in. I couldn't really blame her for being a little confused. Leslie hadn't been over to our house before I don't think. "Thank you" I told my Mom as I went inside, "And just call me Leslie" "All right Leslie" she replied with a polite smile, "You can call me Jan" She eyed me curiously, obviously wondering why I was there. Coughing slightly, I realized that this might sound strange so I quickly came up with a good excuse, then asked "I was wondering if Ethan were home. He promised to help me with some more work around my yard today." I was pleased with myself, both for the reasonable excuse and for the calm way that I'd delivered it. "Oh, I'm sorry" she told me, "but after he was done with his paper route, his father decided to surprise him and took him fishing." Fishing? I stared at my Mom, a little startled. Leslie had gone fishing with my Dad, which I knew could be a bit of a difficult sometimes. I almost felt sorry for her. "Um...Do you know when sh....he'll be back?" I asked, trying to hide my discomfort. Looking thoughtful for a moment, she said "They went up to Crystal Lake and I don't expect them back till at least dinner." I groaned inwardly at that. Crystal Lake was over a two hour drive and I knew from past experience that my Dad would want to make the most of it once he got there. "Thanks" I told my Mom, somewhat disappointed, but at the same time a little thrilled as well. Now I could explore my current body a little more. For a brief second an image of Jarrod flashed through my mind then just as quickly vanished. As I was getting up to leave, my Mom suddenly asked "Do you have any plans for today Leslie?" I stopped, a little startled by the question then thought about it. Did I have anything to do? Not until Leslie got back I didn't. "No" I responded slowly, "Not really. Why?" "Well" she said smiling shyly, "we've been neighbors for several years now and we still don't really know each other. I was thinking that perhaps we could do something and get to know each other a little better." I stared at her in surprise. My own Mom was asking me to do something with her, and she was asking me as if I were an equal, which wasn't surprising considering the way I currently looked, but it startled me nonetheless. "All right Mo.....Jan" I answered, a little uncomfortable with calling her by her name. Fortunately she didn't notice the slip, or assumed I was going to call her Mrs. Carver. Though I'd agreed to do something with her, we didn't actually go anywhere right then. Instead we sat and talked, drinking tea and learning more about each other. Actually I already knew most of what she told me, though I was surprised to learn a few new things, and I told her some of what Leslie had told me but mostly bluffed and avoided talking about "myself". After talking for an hour, we were about to leave. I had to run over and pick up "my" purse from Leslie's bedroom first. Once that was done we took off, with my Mom......Jan, I reminded myself, driving. After all, even though I may now look like an adult, I still didn't know how to drive. Not having any particular destination in mind, we went to the mall for some window shopping, spending some time just walking around and talking. I learned a lot about women in general that way, and a lot about my Mom specifically. She even told me a few rather raunchy jokes, which she'd never done before. While at the Mall I also noticed several men looking at me admiringly, though none of them actually came over and said anything. I really wasn't sure how to take the attention. On one hand I was uncomfortable with it and somewhat embarrassed, having a bit of an idea just what they wanted, but on the other hand I kind of liked the attention, even catching myself looking back at a few of them, unsure of why I was doing so. "Cute isn't he" My Mom....Jan smirked as she caught me looking too long at one guy. I immediately turned red, feeling very embarrassed. God what was happening to me? After the mall we went to the museum for a short while, both getting quickly bored then the park. Before I'd realized it, the day had already passed and it was time for Jan and I to return home. It was much easier to think of her as Jan at the moment than as Mom. After all, we'd spent the whole day together with her treating me as an equal, and even telling me dirty jokes. That was not something that Mom would do. F