"There we go," Tina said, watching Lisa's eyes flutter back open. "That wasn't so bad now was it?"
"No," Lisa said, moving to sit up in the chair before she sat back down feeling both heavy and disoriented. "But I feel really..."
"Different?" Tina asked. "Probably a bit heavy?"
"Yeah and tired," Lisa said, trying to adjust to the strange feelings. The chair felt much smaller than it had when she'd first climbed into it, and when she looked down, the chair looked smaller. She still looked the same, but it felt... different.
"The woman who is renting your life is a bit larger," Tina said as she reached down and picked up a neatly folded stack of clothing. "While you're in her life, you'll have the same displacement in the world that she would, meanwhile, she'll have the same displacement you would. If you were to step on a scale right now you would weigh about a hundred and eighty pounds. If we were to measure your height, you'd be five inches shorter at 5'2". As to the tired... Mrs Thompson isn't quite as fit as you are and you're feeling that. She also doesn't get as much sleep as you do."
"Oh," Lisa said, adjusting to the strange sensations. All of her body felt heavy, but her chest ached with the weight. "Why doesn't she get as much sleep? And is there something wrong with her? My chest feels really funny..."
"No, nothing wrong with her," Tina said, helping Lisa to stand up. "For the next two days, you're going to be Mrs. Wendy Thompson," Tina continued, reading information off of the sheet. "Age twenty nine, wife of Bill Thompson a thirty four year old general contractor. You have three children, Alex, William Jr, and Stephanie, ages five, three and eleven months respectively. That feeling in your chest is an adjustment that will allow you to continue to breastfeed Stephanie."
"Oh," Lisa said, reaching up and cupping her breasts, feeling how heavy and swollen they felt. "This is what it feels like to be nursing?"
"Exactly," Tina said, handing over a large nursing bra along with Wendy's basic panties, mom jeans and button up blouse. "From the notes in the file, Alex and William are a bit of a handful, and Stephanie is fussy and doesn't sleep through the night. Wendy isn't what you'd call wealthy, but this was her way of taking a vacation from being a mom for a few days. You'll come back on Wednesday to get settled back into your life and we'll try to have someone else lined up for you either that day or the next day. Here's a file for you, but because you're caring for her children, we've copied most of her parenting skills over to you so you should find that things like her children's names come quickly to mind."
"Okay," Lisa said, taking the file after she finished buttoning up her jeans. She had to suck her stomach in a little bit to get the size fourteens to fit, which was just mind boggling, but she felt strangely proud of herself for not needing an even larger size.
"Unless you have questions, I'll leave you here for a few minutes to go over the file before you have to collect Wendy's children from the lobby. Once you do, I don't know that you'll get much time to yourself to look that file over. Any questions?" Tina asked.
"No, I think I've got it," Lisa said. "So when I walk out, people will think I'm Wendy and I just do what she would do for the next two days?"
"Exactly, good luck, and we'll see you back on Wednesday to return Mrs. Thompson to her life," Tina finished as she stepped outside.
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