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Switch Mitchell’s - Chapter 5
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“It’s just that something in your panties is poking me.” Mitchell tried to pull away, but there was very little room in the sleeping bag. Julie rolled over to face him. “It’s all right, this should be better,” she told him, as they tried to readjust to the new position. Julie was facing Mitchell, their heads resting on the same pillow, their noses touching.
Julie put her arms around Mitchell, and he was forced to put his arms around her. “I’m glad we’re together,” whispered Julie. “There’s something I wanted to ask you all night.” “Mmm, hmm?” said Mitchell, afraid to move his lips as he didn’t trust them this close to Julie’s. “Do you have a brother Mitchell?” asked Julie. I mean, yes,” answered Mitchell, slightly taken aback at hearing his own name for the first time all evening. “I thought so,” said Julie. “You two look a lot alike, you know.” “So I’ve been told.”
“I’ve seen him around school,” continued Julie. “He’s really cute, but he’s, like, a year ahead of me, and I don’t expect he’s ever noticed me.” “Actually, I know that he has noticed you,” Mitchell told her. “Really?” asked Julie hopefully. Then she realized, “Oh, thanks, but how would you know that?” “Trust me,” said Mitchell.
“I know a lot about Mitchell.” In fact, he knew that Mitchell’s attraction was growing with every touch, every sound, every sight, and every scent from this exquisite girl. Julie brushed her fingers up and down Mitchell’s back distractedly. “He must have lots of girls interested in him,” she said sadly. “I don’t suppose he’d ever be interested in me.” “I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” said Mitchell. “I guarantee, he’s going to ask you out for tomorrow night.” “Really?” squealed Julie, as she hugged Mitchell tight.
She kissed him gently, then said with a yawn, “You hardly know me, but you’re being so sweet. Thank you, Michelle.” “No problem,” Mitchell managed to squeak out. But Julie didn’t hear. She was already fast asleep, dreaming she was in Mitchell’s arms and not Michelle’s.
Back to Earth “Get up!” yelled her father, slapping Michelle on the rump. “I need you out at the truck in fifteen minutes.” Michelle had been facing the wall but spun around at the rude awakening. Her father was already walking out the door Mitchell’s bedroom door. Michelle couldn’t quite figure out what was happening. Then she remembered. “Ewww!” she said, realizing she had slept all night in her brother’s bed. She jumped to her feet but then realized, she was wearing only her strapless bra and panties.
Quickly closing the door, she stopped to think. “Okay, no problem,” she realized. “I just need to get to my own room, and wake Mitchell. I just need something to wear in the hallway.” Looking around, Michelle realized her best option was Mitchell’s housecoat. “Ewww, disgusting,” she said as she put it on. Picking up her dress and shoes from the previous night, she moved to the door, listening for her parents.
Michelle opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hall. Realizing she was alone, she confidently walked to her own bedroom and snuck inside, closing the door behind her. After laying her clothes out on her own desk chair, she turned to wake Mitchell. Except he wasn’t there. Michelle turned away and looked again. Mitchell still wasn’t there. Not only wasn’t he there, but the bed hadn’t even been slept in. “Where would he go?” she said aloud.
She did a quick sweep of the room, just to make sure he wasn’t under the bed. He wasn’t. Confused, Michelle considered her options. Switching to a sports bra that would help her to pass better for her brother, she put Mitchell’s housecoat on again, then left her room and called down from the top of the stairs. “Mom?” she said in her best Mitchell impersonation. “Where’s Michelle?”
“Not here,” said her mother unhelpfully. “Yes, but where is she?” Michelle asked. “I’m not going to hold a conversation by yelling across the entire house!” yelled her mother. “How many times do I have to tell you, come down if you want to talk to me!” Michelle’s father was coming up the stairs. “Don’t worry about your sister. You’ve got ten minutes.” As he passed Michelle he stopped, confusion on his face, and turned back to her. “Are you wearing mascara?” he asked.
“What? No, of course not,” Michelle said, keeping her head down as she turned away from her Dad. Spotting the bathroom, she slipped inside and closed the door behind her. She needed to get downstairs and find Mitchell. Where was he, and why was he being so useless? Wherever he was, it seemed he was still pretending to be her, so she would have to be him. Michelle quickly washed off her makeup from the previous evening. She almost reapplied new makeup before she caught herself. Michelle’s mother was waiting in the kitchen.
“What can I make you for breakfast, Mitchell?” “Just toast and juice,” said Michelle. “Is that all? You need more, you’re going to be working hard today.” “Mom,” interrupted Michelle. “Where is Michelle?” “She stayed over at Nadia’s last night,” her mother replied. “What?” said Michelle. “No, she was grounded!” Why would Mitchell sleep over at Nadia’s house? “Don’t worry about your sister, you’ve got enough to think about today already,” said her mother as she placed a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of her. “Now hurry, your Dad’s waiting.” Michelle took one look at the huge plate of food and was nearly nauseous.
She picked up a piece of dry toast instead and ran from the room. As she rounded the stairs, Michelle realized what must have happened. “That little creep,” she thought aloud. “Somehow he convinced Mom and Dad to let him go out. He’s not at Nadia’s, he’s probably over at that idiot Steve’s house.” By the time she reached the top of the steps, she had formulated a plan. She would get dressed, sneak out of the house, and spend the day with her friend Nadia. Her parents already thought she was doing that, anyway.
And if Mitchell got into trouble for disobeying their Dad, it was his own fault. Except, as she reached for her bedroom door, her father came out of his bedroom and looked at her. He came up to her, looking closely, as if trying to figure something out. Then the moment passed. “Five minutes,” he told her. He continued to stand in the hallway, watching her. Michelle walked slowly away from her own door, toward Mitchell’s. Her father watched until she was in Mitchell’s room, with the door closed. Michelle waited, listening at the door.
The hallway was filled with the noise of her parents, coming and going about their tasks. She wasn’t going to have an opportunity to sneak into her own room! “Come on, time to go,” called her father from the other side of the door. “Okay, just one more minute,” she called back. Seeing no other option, Michelle re-solved herself. “I need to wear something,” she realized. Finding a pair of jeans in the closet (at least they were clean!), Michelle slipped them over her own panties. She put on a T-shirt, but her bra still showed through, so she placed a loose shirt over top of that.
Mitchell’s runners were a bit big, but not too bad. A baseball cap finished the outfit. Then she stepped out of the window, onto the garage roof. There was no way she was going to play Mitchell with her father all day! As she made her escape from the roof and down from the fence, Michelle finalized her plan. She would make her way over to Nadia’s. The loose shirt and baseball cap would make sure no one realized it was her dressed like this, without makeup!
Once at Nadia’s, she could ditch the clothes. Nadia would lend her something to wear and some makeup, and this nightmare would be over. Except Michelle’s plans hit a serious complication when she ran into her father at the front of the house. “Right on time, get in the truck.” Mitchell woke. The sun felt warm on his face, and he stretched as he looked up at the blue sky.
Everything was perfect; everything was exactly as it should be. Mitchell was completely at peace. “Good morning, Mitchell. I just wanted to thank you again for last night.” Mitchell looked to his left. Lying at his side was a beautiful girl. Thinking back, he remembered her from the night before. She was everything he could ever want in a woman. Mitchell rolled onto his side, as she snuggled her head into his shoulder.
He brushed the hair away from her face and looked into her eyes. “Hey, my pleasure,” he replied. “It’s all good, baby.” The girl giggled. “Mitchell, what’s with your voice?” “My voice?” said Mitchell, puzzled. The girl started to laugh. “Stop it, you’re tickling me! Stop it, Michelle!” Mitchell was startled awake. Julie was squirming in the sleeping bag, laughing. Mitchell found that his arms were wrapped around her, but he couldn’t quite figure out where his hands were.
He pulled his hands away, although he couldn’t get far in the confines of the bag. Julie settled down, still giggling lightly. “Michelle, I can’t believe you would do that!” she said. “I was barely even awake!” “I didn’t” stuttered Mitchell apologetically. “I was still” Julie laughed again, pushing the pillow at Mitchell. “Michelle, what’s with your voice?” Mitchell was using his own voice!
After pretending to cough a few times he responded as Michelle, “My throat is just a bit dry.” Julie giggled a few more times, giving Mitchell a mischievous look. Mitchell wasn’t sure what she had planned, but whatever it was it was cut short as the basement door opened. “Well, it’s about time you girls got up,” said Nadia’s mother kindly. She came down the stairs, and started fussing with some of the bedding.
Mitchell and Julie simply lay on the floor as the woman worked around them. “The other girls left about an hour ago. Nadia’s upstairs. She’s already had her breakfast, but I’ll get something for you girls when you get up.” Mrs. Edwards picked up an armload of sheets and blankets, and disappeared up the steps. Julie looked back at Mitchell, the mischief still in her eyes, but a hint of a question as well. “Breakfast?” said Mitchell, realizing he had about two seconds to avoid a tickle fight.
Julie’s face didn’t change for a moment, but finally she nodded. “Breakfast,” she responded. “But I am so going to get you later, Michelle!” she added playfully. Julie struggled past Mitchell, every part of her body rubbing against every part of his as she emerged from the tight sleeping bag. Once she was gone Mitchell composed himself, straightened his nighty while thinking about baseball, then extricated himself from the bag.
He followed Julie as she bounced up the stairs. Mitchell exited the basement, and watched as Julie continued to bounce down the hall to the kitchen. When he went to follow, though, he was stopped short. Something grabbed his hand and spun him backward into a tight bear hug of an embrace. “Michelle, you are looking incredibly hot!” said the bear. As he was lifted and cradled in the bear’s arms, Mitchell recognized Nadia’s older brother. “Why didn’t I ever notice you, all those years you were hanging around here?”
“Maybe because she wasn’t wearing a sexy, low-cut nighty,” said Nadia as she pushed past them in the hall. “Don’t hit on my friends, Mike!” Mike kissed Mitchell as he held him pinned in his arms, then set him on his feet. “We should get together some time.” “Yeah, uh,” said Mitchell, stunned. “No, I’m breakfast,” he stammered as he turned and ran. Mike watched the flip of Mitchell’s skirt appreciatively. Mitchell closed the kitchen door behind himself.
Mrs. Edwards told him, “Just sit anywhere, Michelle. Breakfast is almost ready.” Mitchell turned to face the room. Nadia and Julie were already seated in the small breakfast nook, as was Nadia’s father. Mr. Edwards had a shocked expression on his face. This was possibly because he was not used to seeing so much exposed female flesh in his kitchen.
It could also have been that he recognized Mitchell’s nighty from a prior, passionate occasion. Naturally, the only seat left was beside Nadia’s father. Mitchell padded barefoot across the kitchen floor to the last available seat, and sat next to Mr. Edwards. For his part, Mr. Edwards had the good grace to look extremely uncomfortable. “Good morning, Mr. Edwards,” Mitchell said without looking up. “Good morning Michelle,” replied Nadia’s father as he stole a quick glance at Mitchell, his face turning scarlet for the effort.
Mrs. Edwards served the breakfast, a small one-egg omelet and half a grapefruit for each of the girls, and a large three-egg omelet with strips of bacon for her husband. Nadia and Julie talked animatedly about their plans for the day. Mitchell pretended to listen, while Nadia’s father stole quick glances at him. Mr. Edwards finished his breakfast quickly, then stood and pushed his way past Mitchell. He whispered a few words in his wife’s ear, then left quickly. Nadia’s mother spoke to the girls. “Everyone have everything they need? Good.
Then, I have to take care of something” Mrs. Edwards left the kitchen, to join her husband in their bedroom. Mitchell turned a bright red just thinking about it. When they were finished, the girls stood and carried their dishes to the counter. Then they left the kitchen, walking toward Nadia’s bedroom. “So what do you think, Michelle?” asked Nadia. “Go to the mall? Call some guys?
What do you want to do?” Mitchell just wanted to go home, as soon as possible. “Thanks, but I can’t stay around today,” he said. “I need to get home.” “Michelle,” said Nadia, looking at her friend. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t go home.” “I can’t?” said Mitchell, puzzled. “Of course not!” said Julie. “Your parents think you’re at the children’s hospital, doing charity work! You’ll be busted if you show up at home.” “Why would you want to go home, anyway?” asked Nadia. “We went to all this effort to break you out.
What a waste if you just go right back home.” If he could just get back home for five minutes, he could be back in his own clothes. This nightmare would be over. He needed some excuse, any excuse to get back home! Spotting Michelle’s cheerleader uniform lying on Nadia’s bed, he knew what to say. “I can’t spend another day dressed like a cheerleader!” he cried.
The sentiment was so close to his true feelings, he actually started to cry. “Well of course, I’m going to lend you something to wear,” said Nadia, unaware of his distress. “Here’s your purse, Michelle,” she said, picking the bag off her bed and handing it to Mitchell. “You two go do your makeup, and I’ll pick out something for you to wear.” Mitchell followed Julie into the bathroom, where Julie began arranging her own makeup items on the counter.
Not knowing what to do, Mitchell opened his purse and pulled out all the makeup he found there, arranging it on the counter as well. What followed was like an elaborate game of Mirror. Mitchell watched Julie as she applied her makeup, and imitated everything she did on his own face. When she picked up an eyeliner, he picked up his. When she used hers to draw a line below her lower lashes, he did the same.
When Julie opened her eyes wide to apply mascara to her lashes, Mitchell opened his eyes wide to apply mascara. “Do you remember last night?” asked Julie as she applied her eyeshadow. “Um, what part?” asked Mitchell, hurrying to keep up. “We were talking about your brother? You thought he might want to go out tonight?” “Oh, yes!” said Mitchell. “Of course I remember.” “Maybe we could call him, after we get dressed,” suggested Julie, making a face as she applied some color to her cheeks. Mitchell made the same face, and brushed color on his own cheeks.
He wasn’t sure how he could manage to phone himself. “I’ll go home and talk to him. Believe me, he wants to take you out tonight.” “But you can’t go home, at least not until late this afternoon!” complained Julie as she blended the color on her cheeks. “Then it might be too late! Please, let’s call him.” Mitchell thought as he blended his own makeup.
He didn’t know how he could, but” Sure, we can call him.” “Thanks Michelle, you’re the best!” said Julie with a smile. She painted the smile a deep crimson with her lipstick. Mitchell smiled as well, although he didn’t exactly feel like it, and painted his own lips. “There!” said Julie, with a smack of her lips toward her reflection in the mirror.
Then she turned to look at Mitchell. “Michelle, is anything wrong?” “Why do you ask?” asked Mitchell as he smacked his lips at himself in the mirror. “It’s just, your makeup is kind of smudged.” “Oh, it’s just,” said Mitchell, trying to think of an excuse. “I’m a little shaky this morning, after all the trouble last night.” “Here, let me help you,” said Julie as she picked up a sponge, and helped fix Mitchell’s makeup. “Can I brush your hair for you?” she asked when she was done. “Um, sure, thanks,” said Mitchell.
He sat quietly on the side of the tub, as Julie sat beside him, gently brushing his long hair into a pretty, feminine style. The two girls left the bathroom, and found Nadia already dressed and waiting for them. “Michelle, I’ve laid out some clothes for you on my bed. Get dressed and come join us downstairs!” Nadia took Julie’s hand, and led her down to the basement to get dressed. Mitchell went into Nadia’s bedroom to get changed. In Nadia’s bedroom, Mitchell found Michelle’s cheerleader uniform had been folded and set aside.
His own, comfortable underwear was nowhere to be found. He imagined it probably raised some questions, but was likely tossed into the household laundry to eventually become Mike’s or Mr. Edwards’. In its place he found a pair of pale yellow panties, Nadia’s, he supposed. He also found his sister’s bra, and a new pair of pantyhose. The clothes he was to wear were folded on the bed.
He left them there as he removed his nighty and quickly changed into his bra and panties, not wanting to be caught naked in Nadia’s room. He struggled into the pantyhose, stalling, not wanting to look at what Nadia had chosen for him to wear. Standing in his bra, panties, pantyhose, and perfect makeup, he stared at the tiny square of folded cloth.
Mitchell knew he had to wear it, whatever it was, but he needed a moment to prepare himself. Finally Mitchell reached down, picked up the clothing by the collar and let it fall out in front of him. Without thinking he pulled it over his head, not wanting too see what it was. He pushed his arms into the sleeves and his head through the neck, working the clothing down his body, straightening it with his eyes tightly closed.
He found a few buttons none above chest level and so did them up. He pulled his hair through the neck hole, tousling it so it fell down his back. He noticed that there seemed to be a belt hanging loose, so he pulled it tight and fastened it. Looking up so he still couldn’t see, he opened his eyes. Nadia had a full-length mirror in her room. Mitchell stepped in front of it, still looking up. When he was ready, he looked into the mirror. Staring back was his sister Michelle, wearing the cutest little dress he had ever seen. It was a pretty yellow cotton summer dress, short sleeved, low-cut, and belted.
But it was the length, or possibly lack of length, that immediately caught Mitchell’s attention! The pretty yellow dress barely covered his bottom. In fact, almost any movement on his part seemed to bring a flash of panties from beneath the skirt. Mitchell tried loosening the belt one notch, and was relieved to see that the dress fell another half inch. Looking down, his sister in the mirror noticed the tiny yellow shoes that had been left for her to wear.
She slipped her feet into the shoes, standing awkwardly on the two-inch heels as if unused to them. His sister was a very pretty girl. Mitchell had always known that, even though it’s not something you like to admit about your sister. Except, this wasn’t Michelle! It was him, looking every bit as pretty as his sister ever had. Mitchell started to undo the belt.
He was not wearing this dress! “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here,” apologized Mrs. Edwards as she opened the door. “That’s all right,” said an embarrassed Mitchell. He couldn’t take off the dress; he had nothing else to change into. The only other thing he could think was to get out of there, as quickly as possible.
