You minced up to the front door and rang the doorbell. No answer. Although you had a house key, and were in a situation where nobody in the neighborhood would suspect otherwise, you felt like an impostor about to break into a random house. In a way, however, you were less of an impostor than the real Violetta would be in this moment. After all, you had her body, her credit cards (cross linked to your bank account), her voice, her husband, and her life. You debated whether or not to call "Jonathan Rivers" to make sure 'he' got home from the bodyport safely, or to give instructions on how to live that life for the next two weeks. But considering that nobody had called you since the transfer, perhaps it wasn't really necessary.
You opened the door and strutted inside the house. Thankfully nobody was inside and no cars were in the garage. You took time to examine the woman's life and, hopefully, find some less feminine clothing to wear when you met up with your high school friends later that day.
The living room was adorned with a television, pictures of friends and family, furniture and stationery, and a glass tabletop. The pictures drew your attention first. In one, a man and woman were posing together in a wedding photo. The man had jet black hair, rugged features, and wore a tuxedo. The woman, smiling brightly, wore a stately wedding gown with frilled sleeves. Her eyebrows were waxed and face delicately outlined with makeup and blush. In another photo, that same woman was cradling a baby in her arms, with both faces looking toward the camera. The photo appeared relatively recent. The baby had a wisp of blonde hair. You found it interesting that, not too long ago, the body you were currently wearing had conceived, became pregnant with, and bore the baby in that picture. Where was it now? With a babysitter, perhaps?
Other photos were of the man or woman's parents and friends. You got the impression that the happy couple had an involved social life despite entering parenthood. In the kitchen, a scribbled crayon drawing was on the refrigerator. In pen, and in much neater writing, it read "Emilia -- 3 anni." Dishes were in the washer and appeared dirty, so out of politeness you added solution and ran the washer. Tomatoes, bread, and wine rested on a granite countertop next to the glass table. You noticed a framed picture of a teddy bear holding the moon in a starlit sky; below it was an embroidered caption in Italian: "Non fare il passo piu' lungo della gamba, orsacchiotto!" Most books, papers, letters, and cards you found in the house were written in Italian and, therefore, indecipherable.
A few questions burned through your mind. Did this family recently immigrate from Italy, or have they lived here for a while? How well does this family speak English? Can Violetta speak English well? If she can't, how will that impact my life she is borrowing? What if I encounter her husband or daughter and cannot communicate with them? It was more annoying than shocking to discover that you had been transferred into a life with such a different background.
In the master bedroom where Violetta and her still-nameless husband slept, you found a walk-in closet and many drawers of clothing. Trying to avoid staring at her body too long, you manage to change out of her dress, underwire, and heels. You put on boyshorts (being the closest to men's briefs that you could find), struggled with getting in the hooks of a 38D bra, and slipped on a short-sleeved blue top and beige capri pants. Trading the height boost for better comfort, you opted for flip flops instead of heels. In addition, you removed the diamond wedding ring and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. During the unavoidable inspection of your new body, you discovered a few small tattoos on your shoulder, thigh, and lower back. Flowers, a heart, and a the name "Lorenzo" in an elegant font. Your new skin was noticeably darker and smoothly shaved compared to your old body. Being 13 years older, your new body showed the beginning signs of aging.
Before meeting up with your friends, you decided to take advantage of the privacy by getting something to eat and using the bathroom. Needing to sit down in order to pee was a bizarre experience, having been just fine standing up to do the same job over the past 21 years. You almost forgot to wipe afterwards!
You grabbed the car keys and slung Violetta's handbag around your shoulder once again. Is it time to meet up with friends?
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