Fred followed “Billy” through the grocery store.
“Don’t you just love it?” Erica’s voice whispered in his mind, “Being a woman out in public?”
Fred trailed behind, pushing the cart, fascinated by the sight of his transformed friend.
They picked up a six-pack of root beer, a bag of chips, and candy bars. Fred stared, amazed at how casually “Billy” carried himself as Erica.
Then “Billy” got caught up in a conversation with some guy she accidentally bumped his cart into.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice coy and feminine, “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Billy had barely recognized the sound of his own words, the tone soft and flirty. The man, maybe thirty, barely older than “Erica,” smiled at her.
“No problem,” he said, clearly pleased, “I wasn’t watching either.”
“Like that dream,” Erica whispered, her voice a teasing echo, “Remember?”
She kept talking to him, Billy helplessly tagging along inside her mind. They laughed. They joked. When they finally pulled away, the man’s eyes lingered on her.
“Billy?” Fred said, when they were out of earshot, “Earth to Billy…”
Billy said nothing, couldn’t say anything.
Erica answered for him, “Yeah?”
Fred looked at her, a mix of awe and almost-admiration, “You’re really good at this.”
Erica’s smile was sly, knowing, “I know.”
They paid for the candy with some of Fred’s allowance, and headed back to Fred’s dad’s house.
Fred’s Dad and step-mom were out for the day.
“You’ve got to let me try it now,” Fred said, breathless with excitement.
Erica turned to him, her long hair falling over one eye, “How about you let me be her for the night?”
“Dude, come on. After the supermarket, I thought you’d want out by now.”
“Erica, please,” Billy begged her internally.
He didn’t want to be trapped, not like this, not this long.
“I’ll let you try her tomorrow.”
“Fine, but I get to do it all day.”
Erica smiled, “Deal.”
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