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Switch Mitchell’s - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2023-09-11 14:34:05 +0000 UTCOTHER CHAPTERS | ALL STORY LIST
Taking another look under Mitchell's skirt, he started to laugh. "What's this?" he laughed. "You're wearing guys' underpants!" Jerry continued to laugh as Mitchell squirmed uncomfortably. He tried to fix his skirt before Jerry noticed. Jerry noticed. One moment Jerry was laughing uproariously; the next he was silent, his mouth hanging open and his eyes growing larger and larger. Eventually, he released Mitchell's top and jumped back off the bed. "You're a" Jerry couldn't complete the sentence.
He had a sick look on his face. "You little, what are you? Ugh, you kissed me!" he said in disgust, then spat on the floor. Then rage like Mitchell had never seen before took over Jerry's features. Jerry raised a fist the size of a small ham and leaped at Mitchell. There was nothing Mitchell could do.
He curled his knees up to his chest in a reflexive fetal position, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the blow. He felt Jerry's massive weight land on him, but as he lay there in terror, the blow never came. Mitchell opened one eye tentatively to find out what was happening. What he saw was at once both humorous and terrifying. Jerry was poised above him, fist still raised, his eyes bulging farther than ever, except with tears streaming down his face.
As Mitchell boldly opened his second eye and looked down to find the cause of Jerry's obvious pain, he found Jerry's legs stretched across Mitchell's own knees. Jerry's leap had apparently brought him down onto Mitchell's upraised knees in a way that can only be described as "excruciatingly painful." The terrifying part was that Jerry seemed to be pulling himself together, red in the face with anger, his fist pulled back with murder in his eyes.
In a pitiful attempt to escape from under Jerry's enormous mass, Mitchell struggled just to sit up. In so doing, he bumped his head into the bridge of Jerry's nose. Jerry howled in pain. "My nose! You freaking perv, you broke my nose!" he yelled as he stood. In his pain and rage, Jerry missed his footing. Stepping on his set of free weights, his foot slipped out from under him, sending him stumbling across the room, crashing to the floor, and hitting his head on the dresser on the way down.
He didn't look like he was going to get up. Mitchell watched in amazement from his position on the bed as these events unfolded. When Jerry finally came to a full stop, Mitchell waited a moment. Finally, he stood carefully, straightened his uniform, and approached Jerry. He wasn't sure if perhaps Jerry was dead, so cautiously, he shoved Jerry with his toe.
Jerry groaned, reaching toward his head. That was all Mitchell needed to know. Mitchell ran out of the room and then down the hallway as fast as he could manage. He only stopped at the top of the stairs long enough to spot Nadia and Julie sitting in the kitchen with a group of guys. Mitchell ran straight to them. "Come on!" he said, with a wild, hunted look in his eyes. "We need to go!" "Already?" said Nadia. "The party's going to go all night."
"Yes, now!" said Mitchell, grabbing her and nearly lifting her to her feet. As he pulled her to the front door, Julie followed along, shrugging helplessly at the guys and waving goodbye. On their way to the front door, two more members of their group were found and followed along. As Mitchell reached the outdoors, he broke into a run, with the others doing their best to keep up.
He ran down the street and around the corner, spotted their car, and headed toward it. "Michelle, slow down!" called Nadia. "We can't go anywhere anyway; it's Clarissa's car, and she's not here." Mitchell stopped short at the car. What was he going to do? He couldn't go back to the party for Clarissa, but he had to leave somehow.
Deciding his best option was to hide in the car, he tried the door. Inside, he found Clarissa and Kevin. Mitchell grabbed Kevin, throwing him out of the car. Quickly organizing everyone into their seats, he had Clarissa turn them around and head back, and none too soon. As they passed the fraternity, he heard a bellow like when Kong found Fay Wray had been resuscitated. Looking back, he saw Jerry emerge from the house, screaming and running after them.
All the girls laughed, shrieked, and spoke to Mitchell at once. Michelle reached her arms up and around Brian's neck. Looking into his eyes, she made sure she had his full attention before closing her own. She didn't need to wait long before feeling his lips on hers. They stayed this way for what seemed like forever, but it was still not long enough. Michelle opened her eyes and smiled at Brian as she pulled away.
They were standing in Michelle's backyard, on her patio beside the backyard fence. "Thanks for a fabulous evening," she said as she gazed up at him, still clinging to his neck. "Are you sure it has to be over?" asked Brian, hinting that there were activities they could still enjoy. Michelle smiled, then pulled away. She bent over to loosen the straps on her heels and said, "Yes, that would be great, but not tonight.
So please, don't misunderstand what I'm about to do!" Michelle kicked off her heels, then reaching up under her dress, she pulled down her pantyhose. Brian watched, confused. "Didn't you just say" "Keep it down!" hushed Michelle as she handed Brian her pantyhose. She undid the zipper of her dress, then slipped it off, handing it to Brian as well.
"To sneak back into the house, I have to climb onto the roof," explained Michelle, now wearing only her bra and pants. "Climbing down, I nearly snagged my dress. I'm not going to take that chance again." Michelle jumped up, pulling herself to the top of the fence, then stood.
Wearing little more than a smile, she reached down to Brian. "Okay, give me my things." Brian, mesmerized, took a moment to react. With a sudden realization, he handed Michelle her dress and pantyhose. "And my shoes," said Michelle. Brian picked up Michelle's silver heels and was about to hand them over when he pulled them back from her outstretched hand.
With a hint of mischief, he said, "Couldn't we just stay here like this for a little while? I'm really enjoying the view." Michelle smiled. "You nut," she said. "Give me my shoes before someone catches us like this." Brian relented, handing Michelle her shoes. Michelle then walked along the top of the fence to where it met the corner of the garage.
Careful to keep her clothes safe, she climbed onto the garage roof. From there, she quickly crossed the roof to Mitchell's window, pulled it open, and slipped inside. She looked out briefly to blow a kiss to Brian, then pulled her head back and closed the window. Michelle looked around Mitchell's room.
It was difficult to make out anything with only the moonlight to guide her. She couldn't risk turning on a light. She could just make out his chair by the desk and a faint outline of the door. She paused briefly to assess the situation and consider what she needed to do next. "Mitchell must still be in my room," she thought to herself. "But there are no lights on and I don't hear anything, so he must have gone to sleep.
Idiot, I told him to stay up. Okay, so I just have to sneak into my room and wake him." Michelle crossed over to the door, careful in the dark not to bump into anything or make any noise. Suddenly, the hall light came on. Michelle froze at the door, her hand on the knob.
The knob was turning! "What are you doing?" she heard her father ask. "I heard a noise in Mitchell's room," answered her mother. "I just want to see if he got home alright." "He's not home yet. I would have heard him come in." "Are you sure? He said he would be home by 11:30. It's not like him to be late without calling." Michelle looked around the room, desperate for a place to hide.
There was only the closet, but she couldn't possibly get herself hidden in that mess, not in the dark, without making a huge racket. The bed was against the wall, and there was no space underneath. "I'm sure. I've been lying awake all night. I would have heard him come in," said her father. "I'll just take a peek anyway." Michelle felt the doorknob move again.
With the knowledge that she was about to be discovered standing in her brother's room wearing only her bra and pants, she moved like lightning. Michelle crossed the floor in a heartbeat, dropping her clothes on the chair, then setting her shoes on the floor as she slid into the bed. She had the covers pulled up to her neck and her head on the pillow before the first crack of light from the hallway appeared in the room.
Michelle lay perfectly still, facing the wall, her eyes shut tight as she tried to calm her heart. She heard her parents come into the room. "You see?" whispered her mother. "He was here all along." "I don't know how," replied her father. "I swear I've been awake the whole night." "He must have come in quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. Such a good boy." Michelle heard her father leave as her mother gently stroked her hair once, then twice. Then her mother left.
The door was still open, and so she remained perfectly still. "You always say you're awake all night," said her mother. "You see, I've told you, you're probably asleep much of the time without even knowing it." "Well, maybe. Tonight I'm really having some trouble, though." "Poor dear. You just get back into bed and try to sleep, okay?" Michelle's heart had stopped pounding.
She lay still in Mitchell's bed, waiting for her parents' inane conversation to end. She really was tired, and so she closed her eyes to rest until they went back to bed. "Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like me to make you a piece of toast?" "Sure, that would be nice. I'll come down in a minute, okay?" "Just great," thought Michelle. Michelle was sound asleep. "Oh my gosh, that was so cool!" laughed Nadia.
"Tell us again the part where you hit him in the nose and knocked him flying!" said Clarissa. Mitchell had told the girls the entire story. Well, not everything. Certain details he kept to himself, like the real reason Jerry had been so angry, His heart was still pounding, and it had been fifteen minutes since they'd escaped. "I didn't do it on purpose!" he told them. "It all just sort of happened.
One minute he was kissing me, the next I was flying through the air, and the next he was unconscious on the floor." "Did I tell you that you're my new hero?" said Julie. "I'm just glad it's all over. Does anyone know what time it is?" asked Mitchell. Julie showed him her watch. "Oh no, it's after midnight!
My parents expected me home an hour ago. I'm going to be in huge trouble for not calling." "You'd better let Miss Wilson handle this," said Julie. "Nadia, let me have your phone." Nadia handed her phone to Julie, who scrolled through the directory looking for MiChelle's number. Pressing "Send," she waited for the phone to ring. Michelle's mother picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" answered Mrs. Everett. "Hello, Mrs. Everett?" said Julie in a voice that seemed to have aged her by ten years.
"This is Miss Wilson. I'm sorry to be calling so late. I hope I didn't wake you?" "No, we're both sitting up, actually. In fact, I'm glad you called. We expected to hear from Michelle an hour ago." "Oh, dear, that would be my fault. I'm so sorry, Michelle has been asking me to call you for at least an hour, but I was afraid we would wake you."
"I see," said Mrs. Everett. "But still, she should have," "Mrs. Everett," interrupted Julie. "It was such a beautiful evening. And your daughter's tribute to Mrs. Wally was so touching. You can be so proud of her."
"Oh, well, thank you," said Mrs. Everett with obvious pride. Julie gave a thumbs-up to the other girls in the car, indicating that Michelle's mother was buying it. Mitchell sighed with relief, all the tension being released from him.
"Mrs. Everett, I think I may have mentioned to you that Michelle has organized the girls to do some charity work at the Children's Hospital in the morning." "Yes, I recall you saying something about that." "You can imagine, trying to organize this so that everyone has a ride early tomorrow has not been easy.
A number of the girls are staying over at Nadia Edward's home this evening, so they can all drive in together in the morning. Mrs. Everett, would it be all right for Michelle to join them? It would simplify things so much." "No!" said Mitchell, as he quickly figured out what the next step in the girls' plan was.
As he reached for the cell phone, Nadia grabbed him and held him back. "Shhh! She'll hear you," Nadia whispered. Some of the other girls began giggling and were roundly shushed. Julie clamped her hand over the mouthpiece until the other girls settled down. "I don't see any problem with that," said Mrs. Everett. "She's slept over at Nadia's many times in the past."
"Thank you, Mrs. Everett," said Julie. Some of the girls were starting to giggle again, so she decided to wrap it up quickly. "I've got to go; we'll drop Michelle off at home tomorrow afternoon. Goodbye." "We did it!" shouted Julie in her own voice as she closed the cell phone. All the girls let out a "Whoo-Hoo!" except for Mitchell.
As the other girls hugged him and shared congratulations, he remained in a quiet state of shock at the realization that he would remain Michelle for the rest of the night and into tomorrow morning. There was so much noise in the car, though, that his silence went completely unnoticed. "We're here!" said Clarissa as she pulled the car into Nadia's driveway.
When she came to a full stop, all the girls poured out of the doors and pulled overnight bags from the trunk. Apparently, everyone else was prepared for a sleepover. Mitchell followed the girls into Nadia's home. He had no other choice; it was too far to walk home from here, and besides, he really didn't want to be on the streets in his cheerleader outfit. "Hi, Mom, we're home!" called Nadia as she entered the door. "Hello, dear, I was starting to wonder. How was the movie? How many of you are there?
My goodness, I count six. Oh, hello Michelle. Take the girls down to the family room, would you, Nadia?" Mitchell followed Nadia and the other girls down into Nadia's basement. Once settled, all the girls opened their overnight bags, pulling out their sleepwear and removing their clothing.
Seeing half the girls with their clothes around their ankles, Mitchell turned to Nadia, who, thankfully, was still fully dressed. "Nadia," he managed to stammer. "You have to take me home. I didn't bring anything to wear!" "Don't be silly," said Nadia. "You know you can borrow anything you need from my room." When Mitchell simply stood there with his mouth open, Nadia continued, "Well, are you going?
Go to my room, right?" Mitchell edged his way out of the basement, Nadia following him all the way. When he reached the stairs, he ran to the top. Nadia just shook her head at her friend's odd behavior. Mitchell went to the top floor and quickly determined which room was Nadia's. Stepping inside, he turned on the light and closed the door. "Please have pajamas, please have pajamas," he chanted under his breath as he searched through Nadia's drawers.
Normally, he might have been fascinated to have free rein to look through a girl's private things. He might even have found it exciting. However, knowing that he was already wearing similar items and might just find himself wearing more in the very near future took some of the fun out of it. Mitchell found many wondrous and inexplicable things in Nadia's drawers, but he didn't find any pajamas.
He didn't find anything that he thought might be considered sleepwear. Frustrated, he turned to Nadia's closet. Nadia's closet was filled with the kind of things you'd expect to find in a teenage girl's closet. dresses and skirts, blouses and sweaters, jackets and slips, camisoles, and hundreds of shoes, but no sleepwear. Finally, at the very back, he found a nightie. Mitchell pulled it out and looked at it.
"No, no," he said quietly. Except there was nothing else. It was a short satin nightie with spaghetti straps and a low cut in the front. It was white, with rose-pink lace detailing drawing the eye to the cleavage. It had matching pants. Mitchell dropped it on the bed and looked through the entire room one more time. It was of no use. This was the only item of sleepwear in the room. Mitchell looked at the nightie laid out on Nadia's bed.
He took a couple of deep breaths, then began changing out of his cheerleader uniform. Down in the basement, the party was well underway. The other girls were all talking, discussing whether they should watch a film and which one, when Mitchell made his way hesitantly down the basement steps.
When the first girl saw him, she gave a wolf whistle. The others looked and howled in appreciation as one. "Michelle, you are gorgeous, girl!" they called. "Michelle, where did you find this?" asked Nadia. "You said I could wear anything in your room," said Mitchell, turning red. "This was in your closet." "Really?" said Nadia. "The little closet with my pajamas, or the big one?" "You have two closets?" said Mitchell.
"I think this is probably my mother's," said Nadia. "You can wear it; it's so cute, but try not to let her see you." Just at that moment, the basement door opened, and Nadia's mother came down the stairs. "Hi, girls, I made some popcorn; I assume you're going to be up for a while." She handed out bowls of popcorn to the girls as Mitchell stood in the middle of the room in her nightie. Finally, she turned to him. "Michelle, that is so cute on you! Where did you find it?
I can't think when I last saw that. Here, have some popcorn." As she left, Nadia turned to Mitchell. "Well, Michelle, I guess she doesn't mind, so you can wear it." "Just great," said Mitchell, sitting down to watch the movie. The credits rolled across the screen, but Mitchell continued to watch as if fascinated. The alternative, as it had been for the past two hours, would have been to join in conversation with the other girls.
Dressed in his skimpy nightie, Mitchell just didn't think he could do that. Watching "Listless in Detroit" was not his idea of a fun evening, but at least it allowed him to avoid talking to the other girls. Mitchell had managed to avoid participating in most of the evening's activities. He had stayed out of the conversations, avoided the giggling, and abstained from the pillow fights and makeovers. When anyone spoke to him, he simply watched the TV as if fascinated.
"Michelle, how was the movie?" asked Nadia. Mitchell continued to stare at the rolling credits. "Michelle?" asked Nadia as she turned off the TV. "Hmm? Uh, what?" stammered Mitchell. "Oh, I wanted to watch the end." When Nadia just stared at him, he continued, "You know, how, sometimes after the credits, they have a short scene?
It can be, you know, funny?" Nadia looked at Mitchell, a curious expression on her face. Then she laughed. "You are too funny tonight," she said. Nadia turned to the other girls, most of whom seemed to finally be running out of steam. "Okay, for beds tonight, we have the pull-out bed on the couch for two." "Called it!" said Clarissa. "I called it," responded Nadia. "There's also my pink Strawberry Kitty sleeping bag."
"Called it," said another girl. Mitchell started to wonder what to do. He needed someplace to sleep, but he didn't know what the options were. He needed to call something, but what? "We also have my father's camping bag." "Called it!" yelled out Mitchell, realizing this was the perfect option for him. "For two," continued Nadia. "I called it," said Julie. Nadia turned to the last girl. "That leaves blankets and couch cushions for you to sleep on.
Come on, I'll help you get them ready." Julie approached Mitchell, the camping bag in her arms. "Come on, Michelle, let's get ready." The other girls were busy preparing their sleeping arrangements, some already settling down. Mitchell helped Julie untie the bag and roll it out on the floor. Julie slipped into the bag, inviting Mitchell to join her. "I guess we have to share a pillow," she said.
"Michelle? Are you getting in?" Mitchell didn't think he could face Julie, so when he finally climbed into the bag, he climbed in behind her. After an uncomfortable silence, Julie whispered to him. "Michelle, are you wearing a pad?" she asked. Mitchell wasn't sure what she meant. "Um, maybe. Why do you ask?" "It's just that something in your pants is poking me."
