WAY too young (Phil × reader)

Plane Ride

"Gah, I can't get it out," Dan says frustrated as he yanks on the seat belt that seems perfectly content stuck under Dan's butt. "(Your name), do you think you could help me?"

"Sure, but how." You say chuckling a bit at Dan's dalima.

"Uh, when I raise up, you pull the stupid seatbelt out from under me."

You nod.

With great difficulty Dan lifts himself out of the seat, and you snag the safety belt out from under him.

Dan sinks back down into his seat. You hand him the stubborn little seatbelt. He takes it graciously. "Gee thanks,"

"No prob"

Phil looks over at us with relief. "I thought you weren't going to make it. (Your name) I'm soooooo sorry. I didn't even think about you not being able to keep up. You look very fit."

"Ha, fit? Me? No. Even if I was fit. My legs are half the size of yours and Dan's. I couldn't keep up if I wanted to."

"True, but all that matters is that your here, and your coming home with us." Phil smiles brightly and you do the same. Then Phil wraps his strong arm around you unexpectedly and gives you a loving squeeze.

You push up the arm rest between you and Phil and scooch over next to him. You wrap your shorter, lean arms around his waist and cuddle him for a moment. This is amazing. You feel like you're being watched though. You reluctantly pull away from the sweet, tight embrace and see Dan sneering at the sight of you and Phil cuddling. You pull out your smartphone and ear buds out of your back pack and suddenly come back to the realization that your still the opposite gender. I need to get out of this disguise before I get to London. You look up at Dan and he smiles back down at you. "Hey, you know, I should go switch back genders." You whisper in his ear.

"Aawee, I like my new cousin though."

You smile. "I'm serious. I don't want to go to London as a guy/girl."

Dan sighs. "WELL, it'll take a minute for me to get out of this fucking seat again."

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With great difficulty, Dan manages to get out of his seat, and you climb to the isle. You grab your backpack and slowly walk to the front of the plane where the bathroom is and the lady lets you in. Well, I hope I'll never see any of the people on this plane again. I'll probably earn a "freak" stamp when I walk out of this bathroom.

FOR FEMALE READERS:

You examine your remarkable disguise and almost hate to mess with it. First you pull the sock out of your panties and pull up your jeans revealing your busty ass. You rip off the tight tank top and sports bra. Then you replace them with a comfy bra soft enough to sleep in. You stretch your hoodie a bit to hide some of your cleavage so it isn't too much of a transformation. You put in your plain black earrings. You apply some waterproof eyeliner and mascara. Last but not least, you pull some of your hair out of the beanie to frame you face.

FOR MALE READER:

You look yourself up and down still astonished by your convincing disguise. First of all you take your sock boobs out and pull of the tank top that was holding them in place. You then readjust your tighty-whities and let that bulge be free. You take off the belt that was holding your skinny jeans up. You then take off these jeans all together. They're FAR too tight. You replace them with a pair of slim-fit, straight-cut, black jeans. You clean off all the make-up you had on, and take out your earrings. You push your fringe back up in into a loose quiff.