Chapter #4Go check on "Roy" by: Juttuj   “It really works!” Roy exclaimed to himself. “I actually switched places with her. Does that mean she's up in my apartment right now, thinking she's really me?”
He was amazed that this happened, but was most curious now about how Mrs. Sanchez was doing. Did she know as well? Was she freaking out? He needed to check, however, it had just occurred to him that he was standing just behind the rest of the Sanchez family. "Shit." He thought to himself. "Hope they didn't hear me..."
Suddenly, the husband turned around and raised an eyebrow at Roy. Roy's heart skipped a beat as he walked closer. Could he tell he wasn't Mrs. Sanchez?! Roy braced for the impact of a punch, but was surprised to see the man gently move some of his now long hair which had blocked one of his eyes.
"Is everything alright my little flower?" He asked in a husky, Spanish accent.
"O-oh... no! Nothing's wrong uh... Raoul!" Roy replied, remembering his name. "Sweetheart." He added, trying to sound more convincing. Though he couldn't see how this was working. He was clearly a younger, white, scrawny man. Definitely not an older, curvy, Latina woman.
"Is that so? You seem nervous?" Raoul asked, seemingly very concerned for his "wife's" strange behavior.
"I just left something at the apartment... I'll uh, meet you at the car." Roy replied.
"Alright, por favor date prisa mi amor." He replied before planting a quick kiss on Roy's lips.
Roy just froze up, being completely taken aback at what had just happened. He watched as Raoul ushered the two children down the stairs, and Roy realized he should hurry up and go check on the real wife. He turned, and nearly face planted immediately. Looking down and lifting up the dress he was now wearing revealed the two, black high heels that he was currently wearing now. While impressed at the re-size to fit him, he was annoyed at the rest of their makeup as he didn't know how to take them off.
"Okay... one step at a time." He mumbled, before carefully climbing up the stair case.
Every step he felt like his feet were going to wobble and then break an ankle. What's worse was the dress he wore severely limited his leg movement. Not to mention the hair getting in his eyes while which he couldn't move away as he held tightly to the railing, nor the tightness of a pair of panties squeezing his balls. After a few careful minutes, he reached back to his floor, and then merely shimmied towards his apartment, tightly holding onto the device that did this in one hand and the dress in the other. Although hard still, he began to feel a little more comfortable in these shoes.
Before he made it, the door to his apartment swung open. He then froze, hoping it wasn't his roommate. While he wouldn't be able to notice the real Roy, it'd still be embarrassing regardless. Luckily, out walked a strange sight which stole Roy's attention.
Out walked the real Juanita Sanchez, but very different. The first Roy noticed was her head. She had no makeup on any longer, and more noticeably her dark hair was shortened to above her ears as Roy's once was. Her short, somewhat plumper body was wearing a Burger Bonanza uniform, tightly fit around her body. She now wore no bra, so her slightly sagging breasts were on clear display through the cheap shirt. She wore tight jeans which emphasized her large ass and guys sneakers that once were Roy's.
She shut the apartment, turned around, and then jumped slightly upon seeing Roy.
"Oh shit!" She gasped, sounding very much like Roy himself which amused him. "Sorry Mrs. Sanchez, didn't see you there." She replied, now putting on a smile.
"O-oh, that's fine... niño." Roy replied, trying his best to talk and act like the real Mrs. Sanchez with a lighter tone and some Spanish thrown in. "Where are you off too? A party perhaps?"
"Ha! No, I wish." She replied with a sigh, giving a tired and sad look. "I gotta go to my crappy job."
Roy felt sorry for her a bit. That was really his crappy job she was going to. Now he was the stay at home mother... which felt a little odd to think about. He then decided to check out her awareness quickly, still amazed how nobody seemed to notice the change.
"I'm so sorry niño... it'll get better, I have a hunch. Ahem, anyway, I have a question for you. Do you notice anything... different about me?" He asked, gesturing to his body.
Juanita's eyes shot wide, clearly startled by the question. For a moment, Roy began to panic. Did she just notice the change? Did she become aware?
"W-well.... You look great as always... um, uhh, lovely haircut?" She stammered, smiling awkwardly.
Roy stifled a chuckle. "Ha, poor woman. That's just how I would react if a girl asked me that. Good guess but hopeless as ever.... me I guess... in a way." He thought, feeling a little spun around with this strange swap.
"Why thank you." Roy replied with a lie, brushing his now long hair to the side.
He watched Juanita audibly sigh in relief. Watching this made Roy wonder if he himself were always this obvious with women. Maybe that's why he always struck out? Because women could tell how obvious he made things? He hoped not, but maybe living a woman's life could give him insight.
"A-anyway..." Juanita in Roy's life interrupted his train of thought. "I gotta get going, don't wanna be fired. Have a lovely day Mrs. Sanchez!" She called out before jogging away, her large breasts bouncing slightly as she did so, causing Roy to smirk again.
As he watched Juanita walk down the stairs and text on his phone, Roy realized if he wanted to switch back, now was his shot for a while. He definitely wanted to keep experimenting with this device, but did he want to swap back now? If he stayed Juanita, he'd get insight on women, but he couldn't be swapping himself around as multiple people's lives being shuffled around would start to get too confusing, so if he stayed in Juanita's life he'd experiment on random pairs.
On the other hand, if he swapped back with himself he could then keep switching himself around, checking out different lives and maybe getting better insight on himself. After all, what better way to know himself then to ask himself... in the life of someone else.... Roy then rubbed his head, getting a headache at this train of thought. He then focused on Juanita in his life again, deciding now or never.
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