Lasagna (Patreon)

Mrs. Merle Douglas was preparing dinner.  It would take about an hour and a half before it would be ready.  She was making beef and mushroom lasagna.

She started by boiling the lasagna noodles until they were tender.  While the noodles were boiling, she cooked the beef in a 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat until well browned, stirring often to separate the meat.  Pour off any fat and stirred in the sauce.

Next, she preheats the oven to 400 degrees while she placed the noodles, cheeses, and beef in a rectangular skillet.  Finally, she placed the skillet into the oven and set her Alexa time to 65 minutes.

Merle had just set the timer.  If she hurried she could go to the market and get the fixing for a salad.  She wrote down a list: green leaf lettuce, spinach, stem tomatoes, carrots, walnuts and apples.  An hour was plenty of time to walk to the fruit store and get what she needed.

She put her list down when she heard urgent knocking at her front door.  Which was odd since she did have a doorbell that she assumed worked.

Merle walked towards the door and shouted out, "Who is it?" as the knocking continued.

"It's James Anderson from down the street. You have to help me."

He sounded desperate.  Merle didn't know the boy well, but she knew of him and his family.  They were her neighbors from three doors down.  She peeked through the window and saw it was indeed this boy.

Merle let the James in. Merle knew from his appearance that he was in some sort of distress.

"I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean for this to happen, but I didn't have a choice!"

"What happened?"

"I went to my next-door neighbor but no one was home.  Then the house after that, the same thing.  I am so sorry."

"You had better sit down and tell me what is wrong."

"I'm so sorry, but it couldn't be helped.  It isn't my fault but..."

"You aren't making any sense."

"Take off all your clothes!" James told Merle.

James was only sixteen.  He was a little bit taller than Merle, but there wasn't a big advantage physically.  Merle was an older woman in her fifties.  She was a bit on the plus side, as the years and too many chocolate cakes and whatnot had distributed fat to the usual areas on a woman: the chest, her stomach, her hips, and thighs.  She was in fact a bit heavier than James.

Merle feared the worse, what seemed like a very obvious conclusion, that this boy was going to try and rape her.  She backed away a step.  But she also started to unbutton her top.  She was wearing a blue polyester floral-print ruffle top.  It had a high ruffled neckline and ruffled trim at the shoulder blades.  It hung loosely to about the midpoint of her hips.  She wore it with a pair of  Capri-length black slacks.

It took her a moment to realize what she was doing.  But she couldn't stop herself.  Soon her top was totally unbuttoned.  Then she took off her top, revealing a mocha-colored full-figure underwire back close bra.  It had stretch lace cups and wide straps for comfort.

She sat down to kick off her shoes.  They were hazel wedge sandals with a T-strap and a hook and loop slingback to ensure a good fit.  She lifted her but from the seat and slipped her pants out from under her revealing a full-cut lace pantie that matched the bra.

"How are you doing this?"

"I'm not.  I mean not really.  I don't have any choice.  I'm so sorry.  You have to believe me."

James had started to take off his clothing too.  It wasn't hard to pull off his t-shirt, kick off his sneakers and pull down his pants.  Leaving him in only his socks and men's briefs.  He had to sit down too to take off his socks and underwear.  Soon they were both naked.

"Jewelry too," James demanded.  Merle took out the earrings from her ears and the rings from her fingers.

"Give everything to me."

Merle handed her apparel to James while trying to hide her naked body with her hands the best she could.  James wasn't trying to stare at Merle's naked body.  Merle had folded her clothes as she disrobed.

James' clothes were in a pile on the floor.  He picked them up and gave them to Merle.

"You can put on my underwear, shirt and pants but don't put on my shoes and socks," he told her.

Merle was relieved to be getting dressed again.  She didn't know what was going on.  James got dressed in Merle's clothing.  The clothes didn't fit perfectly, but neither had any trouble getting them on.  There wasn't any reason for James to wear a bra, but he put it on anyway.  On the other hand, Merle's breasts sagged unsupported under James' shirt.

"What is this all about?" Merle questioned.

"I wish I knew.  But it's just something I have to do."

It took James longer to get on Merle's clothing than for her to put on his.  He had more garments and had to button up the top which took time.  Merle couldn't do anything but wait.

Then James did something that completely surprised her.  He put on her earrings.  His ears hadn't been pierced before.  But he jammed the earrings into his ears creating a makeshift piercing.  He yelled out in pain after doing his right ear.  Despite that, he did his left ear too.

Seeing the pain that James obviously was experiencing, she was starting to believe that James was as much a victim of this as she was.  He never once touched or or stared at her while she was naked.  He didn't seem to like being in her clothing.

He finally put on Merle's rings on his fingers.  He was completely dressed as she had been.

"Come to the bathroom."

"Why?"

"Just come."

Merle had already started to move in that direction even before she finished asking 'why?'

"Tell me what is going on.  Maybe we can fight it."

"I can't say anything.  I'm sorry.  It's not my fault."

Inside the bathroom, James instructed Merle to, "Wash the makeup off your face and remove the nail polish from your nails."  This is why she wasn't allowed to put on James' shoes and socks before.  She had to remove the nail polish first.

Once she was done, James asked, "What cosmetics were you wearing?"

Merle pointed them out, just a little lipstick and blush, and the seashell green nail polish of course.

As James applied Merle's makeup to his own face, she put on his sneakers and socks in the interim.

"One last thing."

"What?"

"Give me your voice?"

"My voice, that is imposs..."  Merle realized that she didn't sound like herself anymore.  Somehow she sounded like James.

"OK, I'm Merle Douglas now.  You had better go home," James said in Merle's obviously feminine voice.

"You may sound like me.  But you're not me?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

James found Merle's purse and looked inside to find her wallet.  Then she took out a card, it was Merle's driver's license.  Everything was the same as it always had been, except the picture on the license was that of James.  His hair was a little different than how he had it now and he was wearing more makeup, but it was definitely his face.

"See?  I'm Merle Douglas," James stated.

Merle checked the card more closely.  It had changed in a couple of other ways that she realized, hair color and eye color had changed, along with height and weight.  But the date of birth and gender were correct for her."

"Why did you steal my life?"

"I'm not.  I mean I didn't mean to.  I had to do it."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It doesn't have to.  I don't like it any more than you.  But you had better get home."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"That's what I said about an hour ago."

They both heard Alexa's alarm bell.

"My lasagna!"

"No, it's mine and my husband's.  It's time for you to go home."

Merle headed for the door.  She didn't want to leave, but she couldn't help herself.

James didn't see her out, he took the lasagna out of the oven and placed it on the counter to cool.  His husband would be home soon, he had to have dinner on the table when he arrived.

James now Merle picked up the list, if he hurried he could pick up what he needed for a salad before his husband got home.  There wasn't time to walk to the fruit store and back.  He put the list in his purse, got into the car and drove there.

End.

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