She pressed end on the phone and cupped it in her other hand, looking at the cereal man. “I, uh, have to go out… guy. Might talk to you later.” Before he could answer, much less question her, she hung up the phone and asked, “My car is… no, I’ll find it.” Aware that she’d already be acting a lot stranger than normal, she left the kitchen quickly and went to find her room.
The man from the bathroom was walking out as she zipped past and the the room. “What’s the rush, Z?” She ignored him by shutting the bedroom door behind her and exhaling loudly. Looking around her, the room was relatively clean, but what on Earth was she to put on? She hadn’t a clue what this man had and what he would wear, but this wasn’t really a time to worry about it. Going over and sliding open the wardrobe door-mirror, she saw two hanging shelves full of t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. Grabbing one of each, she through them on over the short pair of cotton shorts she had on. Vikki was not wanting to see what was underneath them.
Her eyes glanced over the bedside table to where a set of keys lay with a handy Holden keyring. Once grabbing the keys, she rushed outside after taking only one wrong turn. Blaring sunlight greeted her and her hand automatically went to shield her eyes. Two of three cars out there were Holdens, a blue and a red one. Luckily, cereal man was getting into the blue one that was parked in the drive next to an old silver Nissan. He gave her a nod before Vikki raced off to the red Holden.
Vikki ran the doorbell to her own house for the fourth time. Finally, the door opened and Zayn answered the door. Vikki was relieved to see him and that he was okay.
“Mummy,” Zayn yelled behind him. “Some man is at the door.”
His reflection was not his and his first thought was to look down. Dropping the phone on the sheet between his sprawled legs, he pulled the tight t-shirt’s collar away from the body he was in and looked down. His chest was bigger… because he had breasts. At that point, the foot’s owner had rolled over and glared at her through squinting eyes. “Are you checking yourself out?”, she queried.
“What?”, he responded, startled, dropping the shirt.
“Isn’t that my job?”, she asked with a sly smile, moving her hand over his stomach and under his shirt.
She heard foreign language again, yelling this time. Only making out one word, Kartik, but not knowing what it meant. Then she made out another word, Rishika, which she guessed was the name of the female who replied her. “But ma, he’s still asleep. Can I just go there myself? I’m going to be late.” More Hindi followed and then a defeated sigh came from the girl, Rishika, which seconds later had her bursting into Kartik’s room. “Get up, lazybones, you gotta take-” She faltered upon seeing him already sitting up. But that didn’t slow her down, only change her words slightly, “-You’re taking me into town to meet my friends. Ma said. I need go, like five minutes ago.”
“What?”, Maisie groaned in her new deeper voice. “Who are-”
“Kartik, get up and take me now or I’ll tell mum about the goree ladakee I saw you kissing in your Uber home last night. So get up, lazybones, I’ll grab your keys and wait in the car.”
“Okay,” was Maisie’s only reply after Rishika left the room. Then pulled herself up onto her feet and grabbed a pair of track-pants and sneakers from the floor. As well as a sweatshirt, which she threw on as she left the room and stumbled downstairs. Luckily, the front door was open, making it easily to navigate outside.
Rishika was tossing the keys upwards and catching them again. “Hey, I know you’ll probably say no like you usually do, but I have my learners and you are the BEST big brother ever! Can I please drive?”
Maisie found herself finally realising the situation she was in in this person’s body. She had to drive, someone who avoided it at all cost generally. This was not ideal. “Can I?”
“Of course, if you’re in the car.” She clapped her hands together, excitedly, over the keys.
“Go on then.” Maisie let out a relieved sigh.
@RPers, here’s an extra prompt post to add to.