Fred watched Erica move around the house, half in awe, half in disbelief. The way she carried herself, the way she filled out his step-mom’s clothes, it was like she’d been Erica forever. He kept glancing at her, waiting for some sign that she was ready to stop, that Billy had had enough. But Erica just kept going, more natural, more comfortable the longer she stayed that way.
They made microwave popcorn and watched TV until late. Fred kept sneaking glances at her, waiting for Billy to break through, but the longer it went, the more he wondered if Billy was even still there.
Around midnight, Fred yawned, “I’m gonna hit the sack.”
Erica stretched luxuriously, the gesture making Fred blush, “I think I’ll stay up a while.”
“Are you really gonna be like this all night?” Fred asked, his voice somewhere between impressed and incredulous.
Erica nodded, “And part of tomorrow. Maybe all of it.”
“You are so nuts, Billy,” Fred said, shaking his head with a mix of wonder and disbelief, “Good night.”
“Good night, Fred,” Erica said, her voice sweet and soft, “See you in the morning.”
Fred hesitated in the doorway, watching her. She was sprawled on the couch, so much a woman, so much not Billy, he could hardly believe it.
“Uh, where are you sleeping tonight?”
“I was thinking maybe the master.”
Fred stared, “You’re seriously going to sleep in my dad’s bed?”
Erica smiled, “That’s what a grown woman would do, right?”
Fred blinked, still unsure how far his friend was willing to push it.
He finally just shrugged, “Okay, whatever…”
Billy screamed from inside Erica’s mind, “Fred! Don’t leave me like this!”
But Fred was already gone.
Erica smiled to herself, “Looks like he doesn’t care if we have her all night.”
Billy felt a rush of panic. He couldn’t stay like this. He couldn’t let her win.
“Why not?” Erica whispered, “You want this. I know you do...”
“I don’t!”
“Yes,” she said, “You do. Just like I want you to.”
She slipped off the couch and padded up the stairs in bare feet.
The master bedroom was spacious, grown-up, and filled with the scent of Fred’s stepmom’s perfume. Erica looked around, drinking in the adultness of it all, the strangeness, the thrill of being there, of being her.
She pulled off her jeans and tank top before finding a set of lingerie.
And a dildo.
Erica’s eyes widened, delight spreading across her face.
“No way,” Billy thought, but Erica was already reaching for it.
She sat on the bed, the soft lace of the lingerie brushing against her thighs.
She slipped the dildo inside herself, letting out a long, breathless moan as it filled her. Billy was overwhelmed by the sensation, by the impossibility of it, by the way her body seemed to fit around it, perfect and tight and new.
“Ohhhhh…” the sound escaped her lips, a sigh of pure pleasure.
She lay back, and Billy thought the fullness might drive him insane.
“It feels amazing,” Erica’s voice purred, softer than a whisper, “Doesn’t it?”
Billy tried to fight, tried to get free, but the waves of pleasure crashed over him, pushing him further and further away from himself, pulling him deeper and deeper into her.
“Too much?” the voice said, almost a laugh, “Or not enough?”
He could barely hear his own thoughts over the sensation, over the rush of being so completely Erica.
It was incredible. Unbelievable. Almost more than he could bear.
He was a woman. A real woman.
“Yesssss…” Erica breathed, “You are. You are.”
She kept going until they fell asleep, tangled in the sheets, the lingerie stretched tight across her grown-up body.
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