Chapter 10: Molly's Crazy Idea
All characters and names are entirely fictional and are 18 years old or older. Please read the previous chapters for a better understanding of the plot lines and the characters.
Additional note: This chapter and some future chapters will contain gender-swapping content. When Molly and Tom swap bodies, they still think of themselves in their original gender form. For ease of reading and understanding, the pronouns will reflect the way they think of themselves, not their actual appearance. So, when Tom is a female, he will continue to refer to himself as "he." When Molly is a male, she will be referred to as "she" or "her."
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Chapter 10: Molly's Crazy Idea.
Monday.
It was just past 8 AM when Molly and I left the dining hall after breakfast. We still hadn't heard anything from Peter or Heather, and we didn't know what the silence meant. Maybe they were being intimate and making up for lost time. We didn't want to think about the other possibility.
"I'll text you if I hear anything from Heather, especially at swim practice," Molly said before we parted.
"Same here with Peter."
I made my way back to my dorm room. I needed a shower and a change of clothes after spending the night with Molly.
When I opened the door to my room, it looked like a disaster area.
My bed and desk were untouched, but the rest of the room was in disarray. There was clothing and papers everywhere. Trash was strewn around the room. The closet doors were open and off their hinges. Drawers were open, the contents of a few were empty. The room smelled of stale beer and vomit.
Peter's bed looked like it was heaped with dirty laundry, until I saw a foot and arm sticking out, and realized that Peter was still in it. He was snoring softly, face down beneath the pile of clothes. I moved closer to get a better look and stepped into a pool of vomit near the head of his bed. I removed my shoes and went into the bathroom to clean them off. The bathroom was also trashed. Toilet paper was everywhere, and the towels were on the floor.
I straightened up the bathroom and cleaned off my shoes before heading back into the bedroom. I started a pathway to the window to air the room out, picking up the papers, clothing, beer cans and other trash along the way. Once the window was open, the cooler air helped relieved some of the stench in the room. By 9 AM I managed to pick up most of the floor, including mopping up the vomit with a mop from the broom closet in the hallway.
I shook Peter for several minutes before I could wake him, but even then, the best I could get out of him was some incoherent muttering.
I took a quick shower, changed my clothes, and left to catch the second half of my 9 o'clock class.
Towards the end of class, I gave Molly a quick text about Peter and the condition of the room. She texted back and met me in the lobby of my dorm, and we went up to my room together. Peter was still in bed, but he was buried even deeper under the pile of blankets and clothing because the room was so cold from my leaving the window open.
After checking to see if Peter was still asleep, she reached into her backpack and pulled out Betty, her pink, plastic vibrator. It suddenly morphed itself into its true identity as a wand. Molly asked me to close the window. As I was closing it, Molly waved her wand over her head.
"Fumidify!"
The residual stench left in the room disappeared.
She then used the "scourgify" spell to clean much of the dirty clothing I had left in piles on the floor. She put her wand back in her backpack before we went over to Peter's bed to try and wake him up. As we removed some of the blankets and clothes piled over Peter, it became apparent that he was naked under all of that.
"I better leave you to deal with him," she said before departing, "Let me know what he says. I'll try to find Heather to see what she has to say."
It took another ten minutes for me to get Peter into an upright position. I asked him what happened, but he was still half asleep and was slurring his words. He also smelled awful.
I stripped down to my boxers and threw his arm over my shoulder and dragged him into the shower. I reached around him and turned on the cold water. He screamed in surprise as the water hit him.
"What the fuck! Ward!"
I left him in the shower to towel myself off. I was nearly finished when I saw some steam coming from the shower. At least he had managed to turn the faucet for hot water. I opened the shower door.
"Good morning, Sunshine," I said cheerily.
"Ohhh, I feel awful," he groaned.
"You can tell me all about it when you get out."
I went back to find some dry boxers and got dressed.
He emerged about ten minutes later, wearing a towel and holding his head. He was still groaning as he sat down on the bed, not noticing that his towel fell open.
"Ohh, my head," he said holding it with both hands, "Fuck."
"What happened last night?" I asked, "This place looked like a war zone when I came in here this morning."
"Oh, fuck. I broke up with Heather last night," he lamented.
"What? Why? How did that happen?" I asked.
"After our talk yesterday . . . shit, do you have any aspirin or anything for my headache?" he asked.
I gave him some generic pain reliever and a cup of water. He was staring at the floor when he continued.
"I went to her place after we'd talked. God, she looked gorgeous. She had that glow about her, kind of like she looks after we have sex," Peter picked his head up when he said that.
"I did as you suggested," he continued, "I told her I was sorry and listened to what she had to say. She went into all this stuff about how humiliated she was at the regatta party and how I didn't defend her honor. Ha! Her honor, what a joke that is."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
