This choice: Check if Sonya's car is around • Go Back...Chapter #24A Classy "Girl's" Afternoon Out by: Nostrum   You glance at Eric – looking out of place as the mousy Olivia – and clench Sonya’s car keys. “You can drive, right?”
“Uh...” He nods. “I’m on a learning permit. Why?”
You throw him the keys; he fumbles at first but ends up grabbing them. “Check if her car’s around.”
“But what if someone finds me?”
“You’re the last that came here, right? What was the excuse?”
“We sent Bobby to look for Olivia, claiming that something happened to us. We told him to tell Meghan to get the other girls and tell Mackenzie that she should keep an eye on her surroundings.”
“And what about Ethan?” you ask, referring to the real one.
“Brett’s wearing him. Had to convince him as part of the change of plans.”
You feel the need to fix things, so you point at the door. “Let’s talk this on the way. Anyone has their phone turned on?”
“Mine’s on vibrate,” Jake (now inside Leah) tells you.
“Then call him whether you find it or not,” you order Eric. “We’ll try to move down the road while you do it. Where can we meet?”
“Near the entrance to Stately Hill?” Jimmy – inside Kelly – suggests.
“How about a block away?” Eric counters. “Try to make as much distance from this place as we can.”
“Whatever. Just keep in contact, alright?” You stand up as Eric leaves, holstering Sonya’s purse while wiping your jeans. You rest on the nearby wall, noticing the other “girls" unable to hide their enthusiasm.
“Jeez,” Jimmy exclaims. “This is gonna be the best prank ever!”
“You’re kidding?” Drew (inside Lindsey) exaggerates. “We went from firecrackers to stealing panties to borrowing the cheerleaders!”
“This feels straight out of a Mission: Impossible movie!” the boy currently impersonating Leah adds.
“Better than that,” the fake Kelly points out as he fondles his “new” breasts. “These beat fake muscle suits and fake boobies any day!”
“You can play with those once we’re out of here,” you tell them.
“C’mon,” she challenges you. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna play with those honkers!”
“Not where people can see us! If you’re that impatient, at least do it once we’re on our way.”
“While Eric calls,” Jake questions everyone, “what’re you gonna do with them? Are we still gonna keep their panties?”
“I’m gonna soil ‘em beforehand.” Jimmy looks at you, his impish grin morphing Kelly’s face. “By the way – you owe us a good look at Sonya’s pussy.”
“Not a finger thrust?” You notice Jimmy blushes (and it’s amazing to see Kelly’s face glowing all red, her face perplexed), but Jake immediately complains.
“Dude, you want to get fingered? Gay.”
“Dude!” your friend replies. “It’s gonna be like fingering Sonya! That’s, like, the opposite of gay!”
“But it’s gonna be someone wearing her, not the real her!”
“If it were a guy wearing a deflated sex doll,” Drew deduces, his heaving tone out of place with Lindsey’s whiney voice, “that’d be gay, ‘cos you’d be touching their junk. But he’s wearing the real deal. Besides – do you even feel your stuff?”
That stuns Jake. “Not really. Hell – I wanna see if it’s like a real pussy!”
“Then it’s not gay.” He looks at you, his arms pushing up Lindsey’s breasts. “Don’t expect me to finger you, though.”
“Your loss,” you taunt him. You notice how Jake grabs his phone and answers.
“Eric? You found it? Cool – gonna tell ‘em.” He jerks his head towards the door. “He’s saying he found the car. Also, David – he says go fuck yourself.”
“Why?”
“He says you’ll see when you find him.”
--
You walk – a bit nervous, considering you’re the only one trying to pass as a woman, in contrast to the three troglodytes pulling their borrowed panties – across the avenue bisecting Stately Hill and the commercial district of Edgefield. It’s the town’s most recognizable spot, connecting the upper-class neighborhood with your middle-class suburb and Edgefield Plaza.
You’re passing near a cafe when you hear a horn blaring, and you realize why Eric’s so pissed with you. The only BMW in the area, the one he’s driving, is a white convertible – and everyone’s howling with excitement. “Yoo! Sonya’s got a convertible!?”
“I guess I do,” you tell everyone.
“I get shotgun!” Jimmy demands, stomping towards the passenger’s seat as you stroll your way to the driver’s one. As he sits in, he moans – this time with a very feminine tone and moves – at the touch of the white leather seats. “God, this is amazing!”
“Is that why you told me to go fuck myself?” you ask Eric, feeling pitiful about Olivia’s short stature but not about his attitude. “Because I’ll be driving?”
“Man,” Jake laments, though it sounds like a whine from Lindsey’s lips. “Now I wanna take a driving test!”
“I’d rather manage the radio,” Jimmy confesses as everyone hops in. “Say, what kind of music Sonya listens to, anyways?”
“Go ahead,” you tell him as you press the pedal. Despite your light step, the whiplash confirms what the roar of the engine suggested. “Shit!”
“Bitch,” Drew tells you. “If you don’t go full speed at least once, I’m gonna make you regret it for the rest of your life.”
“Quickly, because I don’t wanna leave Bobby and Brett hanging. And in the highway, because I don’t wanna fuck any more things up for them.”
“Why not?” he questions. “Nobody’s gonna know it’s us – they're gonna see Sonya doing it.”
“Yeah, but that’s gonna be unnecessary attention drawn to us,” you warn him as you make your way around town. “Besides, why should I do it if you fucking knocked me out!? And what’s that about plausible deniability?”
“We figured just borrowing them wasn’t much of a prank,” Eric explains, “so we settled to get them in a bit of trouble.”
You huff. “Really?”
“Except Sonya and the girls could always say they were kidnapped or something. Point is, when we were at the shack, we realized we had a little trouble zapping more than one at a time.”
“What trouble?”
“One of them would see the others turned into skins and tell the others. So we went with the original plan – use chloroform to knock them out.”
“Except we got knocked out when we put on their faces,” Jimmy confessed, “so we needed to use the emergency smelling salts.”
“In any case, they can’t say they were lured by a fake.”
“Except I did,” you tell Eric, “I mean, Sonya did, but you get the idea.”
“Don’t you work at the newspaper?” Jimmy reminds you. “Spread the rumor that someone passing off as Ethan hatched a plan to kidnap them.”
“But none of us was there,” you point out. “At least officially. How’re we gonna spread the rumor?” You look at Jimmy, flustered, and get an idea. “Wait. How about you tell Jess about it?”
“Jess?”
“Didn’t Bobby tell you? Jess’s at the party.”
“Wait, really?” You feel Lindsey’s slender fingers trying to crush your shoulder, but you easily pat them off. “Why the hell you didn’t tell me?”
“Why should I? Anyways, Kelly was with her, setting Lindsey with one of their friends. Some kid named Mikey.”
“Mikey Reyes?” Jake asks. “I think Bobby knows him.”
“In any case, she saw when I took them away and told Meghan to keep an eye on the rest. She’s gonna want to ask Kelly about it, so if you tell her that you don’t recall a lot but that you got knocked out, she might tell me. You guys know anyone who’s close to the girls you’re wearing?”
“I think I’ve seen Lindsey with Tawny Matthews,” Jake reveals. You don’t know much about her, however. “Dunno how I’ll contact her, though.”
“We’ll do it when we start dropping them. For the time being, turn their phones off – once we finish whatever we do with them, turn them on. If someone calls, tell them you got knocked out. And make sure Mackenzie knows.”
“Why?” Jimmy asks.
“Well, duh! She’s the one behind the party – she’ll be the obvious choice to talk to, which means I can talk to everyone else through her. I’ll need an excuse to ask her out, though, which is why I need Jess to tell me. Once I get all the details, I’ll write an article about it.”
“You’re actually gonna publish this on the newspaper?” Jake asks you.
“The way I see it, you guys actually made my weekend. I’m allowed a free article ‘cos I was on layout duties – boring stuff is all I’m gonna say – but I had no idea what to do. I usually do filler stuff.”
“Boring stuff,” Drew’s quick to remind you. “Dude, all you write is about Edgefield sites!”
“I wrote about the EME a couple weeks ago,” you clarify. “Besides, the newspaper’s mostly to spread gossip, so why not one about the cheerleaders being in trouble? We can keep everything we did with them as blackmail material in case we need it.”
“I like what I hear,” Jimmy says.
“That said, don’t fuck it up, you guys. Try not to get into trouble with them, alright? I mean, more than we’re getting into.”
“Dude, do you have to be such a wet blanket? I don’t understand how someone like you has a girlfriend.”
“Maybe ‘cos I act mature?” you tell Drew, rebuffing him. “What I’m saying is, don’t think I’ll back you up if you get in trouble with them. But if they start trouble with you guys? I’m gonna say they faked the whole kidnapping story to farm sympathy.”
“Jeez!” Jake exclaims. “That’s wicked!”
“That’s the fourth power for you,” you tell them. You’re making your way into the highway, so you throw a fierce glare at Drew, twisting Sonya’s face into a smirk. “You said you wanted me to go full speed on this baby, right?”
As you move away from Starky’s, in the direction of Tyneside, you push the pedal all the way through. “Let’s get dangerous.” You have the following choice:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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