Taking A Walk In Your Shoes

Taking A Walk In Your Shoes


When Tosh arrived at her apartment she quickly knocked on the door. Less then a minute later Owen opened the door. They stood just staring at each other, both looked more then a little disturbed, but for entirely different reasons.

Tosh took one look at her wet hair, and the damp robe, and had the sudden over whelming urge to wring Owen’s neck. If only he wasn’t currently trapped in her body, and she in his.

Tosh quickly pushed passed him, closing the door behind her. she hissed “I cannot believe you took a shower whilst in my body. How much did you see?”

Owen glowered at her, a sight that looked wrong and out of place on Tosh’s face. He rolled his eyes and strolled passed her. He commented sarcastically “Oh please, I saw all. Despite popular belief, I am in fact a Doctor, and as a Doctor I do have the ability to switch certain emotions on and off, enabling me to take a more impersonal and clinical approach, thank you very much.”

He added huffing “Besides, answer me this, why the hell have you been hiding such a body?” Tosh spluttered in disbelief, and asked “What is that supposed to me?”

Owen walked into the bedroom, with Tosh close on his heels. He replied “With a body like that, I’d never want to wear a high neck or long sleeved blouse or jumper ever again.”

He added turning to face her “And jeez, how could you even dare dream of hiding such and arse, legs, and curves likes these beauties, it is complete and utter insanity?”

He teasingly smoothed his hands down the curves and backside in question, causing Tosh to bristle indignantly. She yowled, which sounded really awful with Owen’s tone of voice. This caused Owen to cringe in horror.

“Would you stop copping free feels, damn it, I’m standing right here. It is more then a little disconcerting.” She added “And the reason why I hid my curves and other womanly attributes is because the only one whose attention I would have wanted to gain, he wasn’t interested, and didn’t even know I bloody well exist, thank you very much.”

Owen inwardly cringed at this. He knew she wasn’t exaggerating. He had seen her memories and felt her emotions, he knew perfectly well. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Owen removed his hand from his nose, and looked up just in time to see Tosh walking over to her large wardrobe. He watched curiously, as she rummaged through its contents.

Ten minutes later, she pulled out a short sleeved black blouse, followed by a pair of black boot leg trousers. She then opened a draw. Owen smirked, as he realised exactly what was inside of the draw in question.

His smirk widened considerably, as he watched her pulled out a matching deep purple satin and lace panties and bra set. She then closed and opened another draw. This was full of socks of all colours and patterns. She chose a pair of plain black sock, before closing the draw again.

She turned to face Owen and said, “Get dressed while I take a shower. Try not to do anymore unnecessary touching and looking please, and I’ll return the same courtesy when I take a shower.”

She added, as headed to the door to the car to grab the clothes she had brought with her. “After my shower, I’ll see to your hair, and apply my usual makeup. Watch closely and learn, as we have no idea how long we’re going to be trapped in each others bodies.”

When she closed the door, Owen sighed, before heading back into the bedroom. He took one look at the bra, and instantly wondered how he was going to put it on. Sure he had experience removing them, but not actually putting one on. This was a whole new and different kettle of fish as far as Owen was concerned.

When Tosh returned less then five minutes later, it was to find Owen only dressed in her black trousers and socks. He was holding the towel over her bare chest. She was glad he least had the decency to do that.

She asked “Owen, why aren’t you completely dressed yet?” She raised an eyebrow, as Owen gave a sheepishly looking shrug. He replied “I have a shit load of experience removing bras, but never have I actually had to put one on and wear it. I guess what I’m saying is, that I’m completely fucking clueless when it doesn’t involve removing one.”

Tosh clapped a hand over her mouth, and let out a giggle. Owen scowled “Don’t bloody giggle whilst you’re in my body. It looks wrong, seriously wrong. I’m not some bloody woman.”

This caused Tosh to actually burst out in laughter. Owen scowled when he realised what he had just said. He spat “Oh please come on. I’m not a woman, I wasn’t born female. I only merely inhabit the body of a female for the time being.”

Tosh rolled her eyes. She picked up the bra off of the bed. She looked up when she heard a laugh disguised as a cough. Tosh asked “What is so funny, as I know that was a laugh you covered up with a cough, or at least attempted to?”

Owen sniggered before replying. “I was just thinking that is most likely the last time my own hands will ever touch your underwear. I’ll never touch it in my own body with my own hands. Me touching it now, it doesn’t count, as it is yours hands I’ll be using. It’s kind of sad actually.”

Tosh rolled her eyes, smirking as she commented “To right. You could have had your chance several times in the past. But no, I didn’t even wager a one or a two on your priority scale in the past. I probably still don’t. your just making do, when you consider we’re trapped in each others bodies and don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Before Owen could reply, she added “Remove the towel, and turn around. I’ll help you put it on this one time. Then I’ll show you a little trick.” Owen eyed her dubiously, but did as he was told.

Once he had removed the towel, Tosh stepped in front of him. She said, “Lift your arms.” He did as he was told. She stopped him when he had them half way up.

She brought the bra forwards and said, “Push your arms into the holes, then pull up the straps.” Once that was done, Tosh reached forwards and made sure her breasts were secure. She then went to stand behind Owen, before fastening the hooks.

Owen could not help but start laughing again. Tosh sighed “What is it now?” Owen chuckled, before wiping away a tear from his eyes. He tried to speak, but was soon overcome with laughter again.

Tosh finished fastening the hooks before standing back. She went over to the bed and picked up the black blouse. She handed it to Owen, before asking “No, seriously what has set you off now?”

Owen was able to answer after a few more brief chuckles. He asked “Did you ever imagine my hands would ever touch your breasts, Tosh? But instead of removing your bra, my hands are securing it to you chest and fastening it. There is something just so seriously wrong with this picture on so many levels”

Now it was Tosh’s turn to burst out in laughter, which also managed to set Owen off again. They had to hold onto each other to remain standing up straight.

After they had both calmed enough, they wiped away the tears of laughter from their eyes. Owen then proceeded to put on the black blouse and button it up.

Once that was done, Tosh grabbed another bra from her draw, this one was made of lemon coloured lace and satin. She said, “Now, here is a way to put a bra on without having to fasten the hooks whilst wearing it.”

She paused before proceeding to explain. “Fasten the hooks before you put it on” she showed him close up how to fasten the hooks properly. She then added “Now, once that is fastened, you need to take it and slip it over your head, before securing your assets, or should I say my assets.”

After she had finished explaining that to him, earning a few immature sniggers from him, and unsavoury comments that was so Owen without a doubt. She proceeded to do her hair and makeup, showing Owen how to do it, and making him watch closely.

Once Owen was completely dressed and was only missing Tosh’s usual heeled ankle boots. Tosh went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She flushed at the thought of having to see Owen naked.

Sure she’d seen him naked once, after the sex gas incident. But she had been distracted by Gwen and Jack’s comments, as well as the hilarity of that situation.

But now, she was about to strip Owen down, and get into the shower, and wash his hair and body. There was no avoiding getting an eye full of a certain attribute Owen had made sure to cover with his hands last time.

She showered as quickly as she could, washing Owen’s hair and body. She then quickly dried off, before wrapping the towel around his waist. She looked into the partly fogged up mirror, and quickly realised Owen needed a shave.

She was worried about cutting him. She called out to him “Owen, could you please come and help me shave your face? And if you cut yourself, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

Less then a minute later, Owen opened the door without knocking. Why bother, it was his body anyway. He had spent the last twenty six going and twenty seven years taking care of that body.

He asked her “Do you have a razor?” Tosh replied “Well, seeing as I have no shaving foam that is suitable for you to use, you’ll have to use my electric razor. It doesn’t need water; it gives a dry and smooth shave.”

Owen nodded. He then retrieved the electric shaver from her bedroom. He then proceeded to shave his own face. Once he had done that, he left her to finish getting ready, and went into the kitchen to make some toast.

Half an hour later found Tosh completely dried and dressed in Owen’s clothing. Owen was wearing Tosh’s leather jacket, and her heeled ankle boots. Once Tosh was dressed in Owen’s leather Jacket and shoes, she grabbed a piece of toast he had made.

She placed the toast in her mouth, and reached into Owen’s leather jacket. She brought out his car keys, and before she knew what was happening, Owen had taken the keys away from her. Her protests were muffled behind the slice of toast in her mouth.

Owen commented, as he bit into his own toast “You drove over here, which was one time too fucking many in my opinion. I’ll drive us to work.”

Tosh bit into her toast, before commenting “Don’t you think others who are accustomed to you driving your car to work, aren’t going to get all suspicious when they see me driving?”

Owen visibly faltered, before shooting her a dirty look. He reluctantly tossed the keys back to her. He growled irritably “Fucking H Christ. Jack is going to switch us back if it is the last thing he ever does. There is no fucking way I’m going to continue to allow some blasted female to drive my car.”

Tosh snorted around her toast, as Owen growled around his own toast. She rolled her eyes, as they exited her apartment.