Freya's Closet Part 2

This one has had a bit of a positive reception, so I move it up the list for Part 2.
I hope this still has the same charm as the first part.

Freya's Closet Part 2
This is not funny! Not funny at all!

I hide behind anything I can so I’m not seen by my friends or any other school kids. I’m only out of the house because I have to reach Freya before she goes to school. There’s no way I can go to that place in the state I’m in, and I can’t wait either.

That’s when I see her. Head down, headphones on, strolling around like nothings happened. All innocent…like she hasn’t played a massive prank on me, the little minx!

I step out of cover to walk beside her, looking around, hoping that no one recognises me.

“Freya…?” I whisper.

No answer.

“Freya….? I whisper again, thinking I should push the witch over and into the bushes.

No answer; she just keeps walking with her head down.

“Freya!” I shout, and everyone, even Freya, turns to look at me in utter confusion.

My face burns red, and I pull my hood lower as Freya looks up at me, her smile spreading wider as she comes to recognise me.

“Oh, hey Jasper.” She says, taking off her headphones to talk.

“Don’t ‘hey Jasper’ me,” I murmur, my eyes flicking around to check if anyone is watching. “Stop acting innocent. You know what you’ve done.”

Standing almost the same height, Freya gives me a curious look before a smirk tugs at her lips. She stops walking, looks me up and down, and begins to giggle.

“Wait, wait, wait….” She points down at my area. “Y-You didn’t put those panties on, did you!?”

Deadpan, I just stare at her stupid, smug expression. As people pass us, my face begins to burn bright with embarrassment. I don’t want to admit what’s happened, but I need her help!

“Jasper….” Freya gasps. “Really? You actually put them on!? They are my grannies….”

My face tics with anxiety as other school kids give us odd looks. Can’t she be a little more discreet?

I glance around, grab Freya’s arm, and pull her somewhere more private. Lucky for me, she seems more amused by my plight than bothered by me dragging her into a corner.

“S-Stop laughing at me. This is serious!” I whine as I let go of her arm.

“This is too funny!” Freya wipes at her eyes, takes one look at me, and laughs again.

I bite my bottom lip in frustration. “I assume you understand…” I say bluntly, stopping once again to check no one is listening. “What’s happened. I’ve got—”

“You don’t need to say it,” Freya laughs. “I never thought you’d put them on, Jasper. I gave them to you as a joke!”

“Well….” I fold my arms and pout. “I did… okay!”

Freya bursts out laughing, tossing her head back as she taps my shoulder again and again. She keeps swatting at me, grinning as she laughs right in my face.

“Dude, that’s so funny! I can’t believe you put them on. What did you think was going to happen!?”

Instantly, my face flushes red. I had hope they were hers, and I guess now I can’t hide that.

“Urgh, you gross boy. You actually thought they were mine?” Freya smacks me one last time, this one landing harder. “Serves you right, dirty boy.” Her grin flashes wider as she bursts out laughing. “Can I even call you a boy anymore? Maybe I should call your granny.”

“Funny,” I say, bringing my fingers together to flick her ear. “Respect your elders, or I’ll give you another.”

“Ouch!”

“I’ll do it again if you don’t help me! I can’t go through life looking like this!” I gesture down at myself. I’m still sporting Freya’s legs and feet, and now I’ve got Grannies…. Well, y’know.”

Freya also looks down, and once again, her smile widens.

“Are you wearing…. two belts?”

“Yeah, so what?” I pull down my bottom of my hoodie to cover them. “My pants don’t fit me anymore because I’ve got your short legs, remember.” I stop, look away, and bite my lip. “And I don’t want them to fall down and expose…y’know….”

“Granny’s—”

“Yes…” I snap. “That!”

“I still can’t believe you put them on.” Freya giggles to herself. “They weren’t even like cute or anything. They were full granny panties, Jasper. What’s wrong with you?”

Freya then notices my shiny pink Converse. She points down at them and tries to stifle her laughter.

“Whose trainers are they?” She crosses her legs as she laughs. “This is so funny I might wet myself!”

“They are my sisters…” I frown, trying to hide them. “It’s all that would fit my now stupidly small feet, okay!”

“Jasper, stop!” Freya wheezes between laughter. “Your sisters! Only thing that would fit! You’re killing me right now, stop it!”

“I’m glad you find it so amusing….” I reply plainly, waiting for her to stop laughing. “Can we talk about how we are going to fix this now?”

“Sure…” Freya holds a hand over her mouth to cover a smile. “Do you want to borrow a bra and a top to complete the look!?” She bursts out laughing once again. “Maybe even borrow Granny's reading glasses too!”

“No,” I say, pouting the entire time.

“N-No…?” Freya giggles, once again looking down at my feet. “Are you sure. Maybe you’d quite like it. You and Granny could be twins.”

Having had enough of Freya’s teasing, I reach into my rucksack and pull out several items. A pair of my pants and boxer shorts. I thrust them into Freya’s arms, and she gives me a wry smile.

She lifts my boxer shorts carefully between her finger tips, as if they are radioactive.

“These better be clean, Jasper.”

“They are,” I snark back at her, before pointing at her bag. “Put them in your bag and when you get home, put them in that magical closet of yours, okay!”

Looking at me the entire time, she eventually puts my belongings into her bag and then, with a wink and a smile, pats me on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Jasper. I promise I’ll put these in the closet when I get home. Then, tomorrow after school, you can come around again, and everything will go back to normal.”

I breath a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

She tilts her head to one side after zipping up her bag.

“I’ve got my PE kit in here, including a sports bra.” She pokes me. “Are you sure you don’t wanna match until we can fix you?”

“Why would I do that?”

“It’s for science, Jasper.”

“I’ve had enough of….science.”

“Wow, grumpy…” Freya pokes me again. “Right, well. Are you coming to school? Wanna walk together?”

“No way….” I pull my hood over my face. “I can’t be seen like this. Plus, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom every five minutes. Getting old is going to suck, trust me.”

“So you’re not coming to school?”

“No.”

“Why?”

I give her a derpy look. “Why do you think?”

“Is being a woman from the waist down really that bad?”

“…err… yes.”

“Ah, man up.”

My derpy look gets more intense.

“That’s what I want to do…!”

Freya puts a finger to her chin in thought. “So, you’re just going to hide until tomorrow night?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Once my clothes have been in your closet for twenty-four hours, the magic will allow me to turn back to normal.”

“Ah….” Freya brings a hand to my face and lifts my hood slightly to look at my face. “Hence why you’re acting like some sort of wanted criminal.”

“I’d be really embarrassed if, like, my friends saw me or something. How can I act ‘normal’ when I’m so much shorter and wearing my sister's trainers!?”

“I get it,” Freya says with a hint of actual empathy.

Giving me an understanding nod, Freya reaches into her bag and pulls out a large hair clip. She holds it in her hands for a second or two before showing me.

“I use this in the morning when I do my makeup. To keep my hair out of my face. Usually, it lives in my closet.”

Without asking, she opens the large yellow hair clip and reaches for my bangs. Before I can stop her, she clips it in, beaming, while my own expression drops.

Before I can even react, my hair starts twitching. I blink, and it’s… growing. Fast. Like, ridiculously fast.

My normally neatly kept hair shoots out in every direction until I’m staring out from behind wild, messy, long hair, exactly the same color and style as Freya’s.

I lift a hand to touch it and yelp. “Freya… what did you do?!”

“Cute,” she reaches up and brushes hair from my eyes. “Now you can really hide yourself away.”

I pull strands of hair out in front of my eyes to look. “Ouch,” I complain, as these strands are very much attached to my head.

“Well, don’t pull it out,” Freya suggests, looking at me through my long hair with a smile. “Think about it this way, Jasper. Now the curtains match the drapes!”

My arms drop to my sides, and my shoulders sag. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Funny.”

“I thought it was…” Freya turns and pouts.

Now I’m going to need to give her a hat so my hair can be normal again! This girl is dangerous! Why did I ever think she’s cute!? She’s a demon with a demon clothing closet!

Letting out a long breath, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I hold it out to Freya with a sour expression on my face. “Put your number into my phone.”

She looks at it in disgust.

“Why?” She pushes it away. “Has this been all some big ruse to get my number, Jasper. Just because I sit next to you in class doesn’t mean I want you texting me pictures of your—”

Freya thinks for a moment before she finishes her sentence. She glances quickly down at my pants and instantly changes her tune. Her frown literally turns upside down.

“Okay, girlfriend….” She squeaks, snatching my phone. “I guess, right now, it makes sense for you to have my number.”

She inputs it with a big smile on her face before handing it back. “There you go. Text me so I have yours.”

“Thanks.” I stuff it back into my pocket. “I wanna see a picture of proof that you put my stuff into your closet tonight, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Freya waves away my concerns. “I said I would.”

“Good.” I turn, about to walk away, kinda pleased that I can now hide behind hair as well as my hood. As I tuck some hair away so I can still see where I’m walking, Freya calls out to me.

“Hey, dude….”

As I walk away, I turn back to look. “What?”

“If it gets itchy, don’t use soap on it, okay!” She gives me a big thumbs up and a stupid smile.

I grumble as I walk away.

The Next Day, before school….

I wake up to my phone buzzing. Having to fight my now stupidly long hair to see, I look, and it’s a message from Freya. I reach for my phone, but my hair has other ideas, tangling around my arms like it’s alive. I yelp as I end up leaning on my rats nest with my elbow.

After a second of groaning and rubbing my sore head, I open my phone to look at her unwelcome message.

“Dude, please don’t be angry, but I might have done something silly last night in the name of science.”

I look blankly at the message and then notice it’s six in the morning. Reluctant, but curious, I message back.

“What have you done?”

Seconds pass as I wait for her reply.

“I think we should talk. Can you come over?”