Moonlit Waters

Chapter 12

I wake up when a hand tenderly caresses my cheek. At first, I write it off as the afterimage of a dream, but it doesn't stop. So I open my eyes.

Right before me, crouched next to the bed, is Isa. Her lips wear an endearing smile as the pad of her thumb brushes against the skin of my cheek.

"Morning," she whispers.

I start raising my head, stop and let it drop back down onto the pillow.

"Pearl let you in, huh?"

She nods sympathetically. "She didn't even let me ring this time. Told me I should throw a pillow at you. I thought this'd be nicer..."

I nod. "I guess."

Her hand retreats from my skin. "You should get up, we've got a lot planned today."

"That so?"

I give her a confused look and her smile widens and she leans in to whisper, "I heard there are great shops around here and I'm in desperate need of a girlfriend I can take."

At the mention of Selena, my eyes dart for the door, but I know that Pearl can't possibly have heard us. Even if she were standing in the door frame, listening intently.

"But we can't stay in town," I say, fearing that Alex might see me. That would be the absolute worst-case.

She chuckles. "No, of course not. We're taking the bus in an hour, so you better hurry. We still need to go to the lake so you can change, after all."

I open my mouth, but she interrupts me, holding up a rucksack. "Yes, I did bring some of my clothes. We should be roughly the same size, so you'll even have a bra you can wear."

My face grows a little warm. I'll be wearing my girlfriend's underwear.

"And you don't mind that at all? I mean, I'm a man after all."

She shrugs and gives me a cheesy grin. "Not then, you're not. And even if you were, who'd I be to kink shame?"

"Alright, that's enough," I say and get up. "I'm going to brush my teeth now."

I'm already out the door to my room and in the hallway, when she calls, "Don't you dare use deodorant, I've got some for you!"

The door to Pearl's room is closed, my parents are both downstairs, but you can probably imagine how little influence that has on the colour of my face right then.

It doesn't take me long to brush my teeth and freshen up. Minutes later, I'm shoveling down my cereals as Isa watches with a grin. And then we're on our way.

We leave the house, walk into the heat of early noon and to the lake. Quickly, we make out a hidden patch of water, I take off my shoes and wade out until the water reaches my knees, then wait. It barely takes a minute before the changes come and this time, they're welcome. After all, it's Isa, not Alex I'm with. And Isa knows.

As I return to shore, breasts barely visible under the oversized t-shirt, Isa hands me a small towel.
"Aight, so," she begins as I dry my feet, "I only brought one outfit – every bit of space taken up by clothing we bring, is a bit of space we can't fill with clothing we take, after all. I've got a separate bag for your shoes."

Next, she hands me a marine-coloured bra, decorated with lace on the outside, and matching underpants.

"We wanna go out in style, don't we?" She replies to my raised eyebrow.

Then, as I'm looking down on myself after having put the underwear on, she adds, "You'll have more than enough mirrors later. C'mon, now."

The bra doesn't fit quite right. It's a little too big, I think, but it's close enough.