No ones home
You open the door, to find the living room thankfully empty. You sneak on bare feet into the living room and slip down the hallway to your room at the back of the house. You know that Shelly, one of your roommates has a crafting room, perhaps you can use her sewing machine to use whipping up some rough clothes. There's no way you have anything that is going to fit over your back.
You rummage through your closet to find an old pair of sweat pants which you pull up and over your new hindquarters. That problem solved you slip up a pair of shorts over your old legs remembering when you pull them up that there's no way they'll fit over your new torso. You look around, and grab a pair of scissors. You look over your body shifting around. You cut out the butt of the shorts and snip the band. You slip the shorts on pulling them up and over your legs, around your torso and cupping the underside of your lower breasts pulling them into the shorts and concealing them. At least now you are decently modest.
You use a safety pin to pin the band of the shorts behind you, hoping it will hold through the day. You have no idea how to fix this, but maybe you can just play it off. Like no big deal. Leave this morning a man, with a job and a girlfriend... Oh no, Jennifer is going to be pissed. You think to yourself. There's no way she'll be cool with this. But maybe she can help you. There's no one else you can really turn to here.
You pick up your phone from the desk where you had forgotten it when you left this morning and look at Jennifer's number forlornly.
Sighing and deciding you have no choice you pick the number and hit dial. The phone rings and rings then Jennifer picks up.
"Hey! How're you so early? Why didn't you return my calls yesterday?"
"Jennifer..." You start, your voice cracking, it was definitely more feminine than you were used to. "I need your help." You say.
"Who is this?" Jennifer's tone instantly turns angry.
"Jennifer it's me." You say, your voice almost squeaking.
"Who is me?
"It's me! Please I need your help."
"Okay, I don't know who this is a strange skank calling me from my boyfriends phone, but I am going to get to the bottom of this."
"Yes please come on over, you'll see, please Jennifer, help me."
"Fine, I am coming over, and when I get there, your ass better be ready."
"Oh thank you!" You cry into the phone, tears rolling down your face.
Jennifer curses into the phone and hangs up. Now you just have to wait and hope she has some answers.
Written by crunchynachoes on 26 October 2018
The end (for now)