Flight Risk - Part 3

 

My heart skipped a beat as I followed Jennifer up to her room. What could she possibly want to show me? And how would I explain it if she caught on that something was off about "Alicia"?

But all of those thoughts fell away when we entered her room, a vibrant explosion of posters, fairy lights, and scattered clothes

“Check this out!” Jennifer exclaimed, pulling open a closet filled with colorful outfits and shoes that I could only dream of pulling off. She rifled through the hangers before finally revealing a sleek black mini dress.

“Isn’t it amazing?” she asked, holding it up with a flourish, “It’s for the party this weekend! Do you think I’ll look good in it?”

“It’s... really nice,” I managed to say, glancing between the dress and Jennifer’s expectant gaze.

I gulped. Alicia’s sister was actually really pretty, and I found myself crushing on her a little bit.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jennifer asked, snapping me out of my daze.

“Yeah, sorry,” I stammered.

“Do you want to help me try it on?”

I hesitated, my heart racing at her suggestion. Help her try on a dress? I was still grappling with the reality of inhabiting Alicia's body, and now Jennifer wanted me to assist in something so personal? 

“Uh, sure,” I replied, trying to sound casual, “Why not?”

She beamed as she began to change right in front of me.

I tried to keep my gaze away from Jennifer as she eagerly changed into the mini dress, but it was difficult not to sneak glances.

It was undeniably awkward to be standing there in Alicia's body. I felt bad for her —that she had no idea that I was, in fact, a boy her age and not her sister.

“Well, what do you think?” Jennifer twirled around.

She caught me staring and raised an eyebrow playfully, “Alicia, you’re supposed to compliment me!”

Snap out of it, I thought to myself.

“You look amazing!” I said, mustering as much enthusiasm as I could.

She beamed at the praise, admiring her reflection in the mirror.

“Do you want to borrow something from my closet?” she asked suddenly, rummaging through her array of clothes again, “I have some pieces that would look killer on you!”

My face flushed red.

“Uh, no, that’s okay!” I exclaimed, forcing a smile.

Jennifer chuckled and pulled a pastel top towards her, “Come on! Just one little try? It’ll be fun! We can do a mini fashion show, like we used to always do!”

“Please? For me?”

I hesitated, glancing at the door as if it could offer an escape route. But there was something about her enthusiasm that tugged at something deep within me—a reminder of simpler times spent with my own sister. 

“Okay, just for a minute,” I relented, feeling how easily I fell into the role of indulgent older sister.

“Yay!” she cheered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She tossed the pastel top at me and grabbed another piece from her closet, a flowing skirt that danced just above the knee.

“Put this on too! I want to see how you look in it!” she insisted.

Feeling a bit cornered but strangely exhilarated, I took the top and skirt into my arms. Here I was, a boy in a strange body, about to try on girl’s clothes. In front of someone else.

Jennifer clapped her hands and spun around, her back to me as she rummaged through her drawer for accessories. I took a steadying breath and quickly changed into the pastel top and flowing skirt.

“Oh my gosh, you look so pretty, Alicia!” she exclaimed, clasping her hands together in excitement, “The skirt is perfect for you!”

I twirled in front of the mirror, the fabric swirling around my legs, feeling the gentle brush against my skin. It was surreal to see Alicia's reflection wearing clothes I would never have chosen for myself.

We tried on outfit after outfit for the rest of the evening, losing track of time as we giggled and posed in front of the mirror. The laughter flowed surprisingly easily between us. I found myself forgetting, at least for a moment, that I was a boy trapped in Alicia's body.

What can I say? Trying on clothes can be fun.

“Whew, I’m tired,” I said, flopping down onto Jennifer's bed, still wearing the last outfit we had picked for me—a playful summer dress, “I’ve got to get to bed.”

I eventually retreated back to Alicia’s room and closed the door behind me, leaning against it as the laughter from Jennifer's room faded into the distance.

I chuckled to myself as I rested my hands on Alicia's breasts, feeling the weight and softness through the fabric of her top. All of that time spent with Jennifer had really turned me on.

But I was so tired, I felt like I was going to collapse. As I lay back on the soft bed, feeling the gentle caress of the sheets against Alicia's skin, exhaustion washed over me. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to float away from the chaos that had consumed my mind since I woke up in this strange body. 

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