Some days later, Billy unzipped his backpack.
“Look what I brought,” he said, waggling his eyebrows and producing the mask.
Fred froze, his schoolbooks forgotten. He thought about it all again, the strangeness, the thrill.
“I, uh, stole some of my mom’s clothes. We just have to find somewhere to do it.”
They had planned that one of them would transform into Erica so they could go see a rated R movie after school.
“Where do you think we can go?” Fred asked, his heart accelerating with anticipation.
Billy grinned, “We can sneak into the handicap bathroom.”
They made a beeline for it, Fred clutching the mask as Billy checked the hallway.
They slipped in, locking the door behind them. Fred was already pulling the mask over his head.
Fred could feel it happening, his body growing, stretching, the mask becoming him. He wobbled on his feet, the rapid change making him dizzy.
Billy watched, eyes wide, “Wow. Just like last time.”
The flannel shirt Fred wore grew snug and small against his frame. His jeans rode up, tight on his hips.
Billy grinned, “You look awesome!”
Fred steadied himself against the wall, breathless and transformed. He was a woman again. Erica.
Billy handed him a blouse and skirt, along with a bra and panties.
“Really?”
“Just try them!” Billy urged, barely able to contain his excitement.
Erica gave him a look that was both exasperated and amused. She reached for the clothes, the fabric feeling strange and foreign in her new hands. Fred had never even touched a bra before.
“Okay, fine,” she said, trying to sound put-upon but feeling a secret thrill at the idea.
Billy turned around, giving her a sliver of privacy.
The clothes were a struggle. Erica fumbled with the bra, finally managing to snap it into place. The sensation was so alien, the constriction around her chest both uncomfortable and oddly exhilarating. She slipped into the blouse, the material soft against her skin, and pulled on the skirt. It was looser on her hips than she’d expected.
“Done,” she said, breathless and weirdly giddy.
Billy turned back to look at her, his eyes wide with surprise and admiration, “Whoa.”
“What?” Erica asked, crossing her arms, “Do I look stupid?”
“Are you kidding? You look like a real woman! Like, totally legit!”
Erica felt herself blush, an involuntary heat spreading across her cheeks. She looked in the mirror, hardly believing her own reflection. A week ago, she would have died laughing at the idea of herself dressed like this.
The blouse hung low, showing more skin than Fred ever imagined showing. It made her feel strangely powerful, standing there in adult clothes, transformed.
Billy couldn’t stop staring, “We’re so going to get away with this.”
Erica smoothed the skirt, feeling more excited than embarrassed now.
He reached for the door, already itching to test out their plan, “Come on! We’ll miss the start!”
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