Erin was flabbergasted. She had taken "Jill" out last night as part of the plan to break down James' sense of himself and his comfort zones. As part of that plan, she had spike his drink with some GHB. It was a very small dose. Not enough to cause anyone to lose consciousness, but enough to make James seem drunker and loose his inhibitions. So it hadn't shocked her when she caught him making out with a cute guy. She had been a little surprised when "Jill" suggested that they go "home". "What's his name" had a friend for Erin.
They had headed back to her apartment and split up. Erin's guy had come a little too quickly for her taste, but it hadn't been a total waste. She had drifted off to sleep listening to the springs of the hidabed squeak. She had been more than a little surprised by how willing James had been, but that was nothing compared to her shock when she woke up to the same sounds. "Jill" and her guy had been at it again. Erin had closed her eyes and gone back to sleep. Her last thoughts as she had drifted off had been whether or not the GHB could still be in his system. She didn't think so.
Erin opened her eyes and rolled over. Her partner from last night was gone. She got up and felt the edges of a hangover. She pulled on a pair of panties and was about to put on a shirt when she had an evil thought. it's just us girls. I wonder how "Jill" will react if I walk around topless? She left her room and walked to the kitchen.
James was sitting at the island wearing a T-shirt and seemingly nothing else. He was reading from an iPad. She could see the icon of newspaper on the screen, but she wasn't sure which one it was. He had a plant with some egg debris on it. He looked up as she came in and smiled. "Good morning sleepy head," he said. He glanced back at the stove, "I made an avocado omelet." He waved at the pan on left front burner. "But it's probably cold by now." Erin walked over to the stove and passed her hand over the pan; it was room temperature. She shrugged and dumped it out onto a plate and walked around to the other side of the island. She moved slowly keeping an eye on the cabinets, which had mirrors on the doors. James never glanced up at her chest once.
She sat down opposite of him and picked up the salt shaker. one more try she thought. Then she started to shake salt onto her omelet. She used more force than necessary and put more salt than she really wanted, but got the desired effect out of her bust which wobbled with every movement. nothing
Erin was genuinely surprised. Despite her confidence with Tom, she had figured James would have to be pushed into femininity, but sitting across from her now with his legs crossed. He seemed every inch a woman not just in body, but in spirit as well. She decided to speed things up a bit. "So Jill, you can't spend forever lounging on my couch in hand me downs." She said. James looked up from the iPad. Erin's voice went up part from trepidation part from excitement, "how about we go shopping and get you a few things."
James cocked his head and nodded. "I don't have any money at the moment," he said. Erin couldn't tell if he was stalling or fishing for a loan. She decided to assume the latter.
"I could loan you a little for now." She said. James didn't seem to react at first, but then he or rather she looked down at the worn T-shirt she was wearing and then she looked up at Erin and smiled.
"Thanks." James said, "You're too good to me." She gushed.
Erin smiled and took a bite of her omelet, too much salt "you're welcome. What are friends for?" She said.
