The family woke up at nearly the same time. Stephen, now in his six year old daughter Kristen's body and wearing her clothes, picked himself off the floor and mumbled to himself in her squeaky voice "That was weird how I suddenly got so tired and fell down like that." Noticing his spilled drink which he quickly picked off the floor. He then glanced around the room, looking at his family.
Kristen was just picking up the doll she dropped on the floor as she passed out and was talking to it in her father's manly voice, stroking the Barbie's hair with her huge hand, totally oblivious to anything being out of the ordinary.
Amanda, noticing the stain from Stephen's drink, got off the four poster bed and into the bathroom where she availed herself of a hand towel to clean up the liquid. She briefly paused to check her reflection in the large mirror, noting her short unkempt hair was still a little messy in the way she liked it. She also adjusted her underwear as it was starting to bunch up uncomfortably, but she had enough modesty not to do so even in front of her family. She then proceeded to work on the stain.
Joseph noticed his comic had dropped to the floor and quickly retrieved it. His long manicured nails tuning the final pages. He had to adjust how he sat though. The seventh month of his pregnancy had generally restricted his activities and he was always tying to ease his discomfort. His flats had been kicked off when they entered the room and he was trying to see if sitting on his knees, his legs pulled under him, improved his situation. Don't think so he thought to himself. He did notice a small run in his pantyhose when he adjusted his skirt though. As long as the skirt covered it, he wasn't going to replace it though. His bra straps were also becoming uncomfortable and he once again found himself adjusting them and his boobs. Something his mother disapproved of in public, but that was easy for her, she didn't have to lug these things around. He did.
Stephen was polishing off his second drink and already feeling a pleasant buzz. He motioned for Amanda, who had finished cleaning the spill, to join him on the bed. He grabbed the remote and started switching between channels, glancing at his Hello Kitty watch. "We've got about an hour before supper. "You kids can go and watch your own shows in your adjoining room until then."
"Ugh! "All Kristen wants to watch is Word Girl or Dora the Explorer or some stupid show like that. "Can I check out if they've got a playground or game room here in the hotel instead?" Joe asked
"Well, okay. "But be back in an hour or you'll be going to bed hungry young man." His father squeaked. "And don't spoil your appetite by eating a chocolate bar either Joseph." His boyish mother piped in.
"Fine." Joseph replied. Before exiting though, he went to his luggage (formerly his mother's) and picked out a different pair of shoes. They may be a little uncomfortable, but he preferred the stylishness of his black 3 inch sling back heels with the open toes. He then checked himself out in the full-length mirror in the hall, making sure his skirt covered the run in his tan pantyhose. His hair and make-up also checked out with minimum fuss (a little lipstick) and he grabbed his purse and was on his way. I wonder if I'll see anything weird or unusual in the hotel? He thought to himself as he clicked down the hall holding onto his swollen belly.
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