Erin turned into the spiral ramp for the garage. The Arcadia Palisades was an older mall and its garage had definitely seen better days. the concrete walls showed cracks and the pavement hadn't been properly repaired recently, except for a few areas that emphasized the ratiness of the rest of the building. she held her breath. she was excited by how well her "project" to remake "Jill" was going, but also this ramp made her nervous. she was always afraid someone was going to come around the curve coming down and hit her head on. She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the third level and turned off into the parking area.
It was the middle of the day and the parking lot was crowded. Erin was impatient, she didn't like to look for a parking spot so she turned into the last spot in the row next to the ramp rather than look for something closer. she set the parking brake and turned off the car. Erin turned to look at her passenger. "Jill" had the visor down and was using the mirror to examine her face. she puckered her lips and turned her face slightly as she looked at different angles.
James noticed Erin watching him when he turned his face. As far as he knew she thought he was "Jill" a young woman from Alabama making her way in the "big city". he gaped and nervously thought of a reason to explain why his reflection fascinated him without sounding crazy, "I need to get some makeup, too. If you don't mind." Shit why did I say that? James thought.
Now it was Erin's turn to gape. she covered quickly, and said. "we'll find you some to get started." Erin was shocked. she was having fun pushing James/Jill, but honestly didn't expect him to take to it like this. It never occurred to her that, because she was enjoying herself, she was reinterpreting everything James did through that lens. her eyes flicked away from James' as she thought about how to handle this. she nodded and released her seatbelt and opened the door to get out.
James breathed a little. he was still prone to panicking at random moments he didn't feel safe anymore. he looked down at himself. "Jill" still didn't have any clothes. he had been forced to borrow some more of Erin's. He had settled on an old Polo shirt left behind by one Erin's exes. it was the only top he had tried on that hadn't been stretched to the point of vulgarity by his breasts. A pair of Erin's Jeans had gone on, but they were loose at the waist and pulled very tight across his butt. he couldn't get his hands into any of the pockets. the seatbelt was pressed between his breasts, emphasising them. he released the belt and opened the door. he was careful as he climbed out. He hadn't bothered to try on any of Erin's bras. the only thing worse than needing a bra was needing one and not having one that fit.
He pushed his hair back out of his face as he stood up. the last thing he saw before he straightened was his feet. In someways they were the most disturbing sight. He was wearing a pair of Erin's old running shoes, but they were at least one size too small for him and PINK besides. he hadn't put any socks on, that had made his feet just small enough to get the shoes on, but his feet still felt squished and uncomfortable. all in all it was enough to make him glad to be going shopping. he had never minded shopping before, but now it felt dangerous, like an admission of feminine intent. he grimaced and crossed his arms, but they bumped his breasts and so he put them back down by his side. the jeans constricted his movements and forced him to take small steps. Coming around the car Erin saw "Jill" take dainty steps with her hands at her side, palms facing down. Her shoulders were back and her gaze was down. It struck Erin as a very feminine pose. The practical constraints of walking in ill-fitting clothes didn't occur to her.
Erin pointed towards the far wall, "It this way." She said, indicating the glass doors of the mall entrance. James didn't say anything he just fell into step beside Erin. They walked slowly across the asphalt and into the mall proper. The doors were doubled to hold the air conditioning inside. Erin held the outer door for James and he felt impelled to hold the inner door for her. Erin looked down at the polo shirt, which was pulled tight across James' breasts. She could see his nipples pressing against the material. Erin forced herself to look away and walked passed James. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. Ever since the other night when she had become a man, she still found herself attracted to women. She was still interested in men, but now she was thoroughly bisexual. Poor Erin the explanation was easy enough, but thanks to the fact that James hadn't told Tom the full details of how the medallion worked, and he in turn hadn't passed everything he knew on to Erin. She didn't know that the longer you held the medallion the more powerful the effect was. She had worn the medallion for longer when becoming a man than when changing back. Another five or ten minutes of contact when she changed back was all she would have needed.
Erin "accidentally" brushed against James' breasts as she went inside. "pardon me" she said, keeping her voice light and her eyes ahead. James followed her inside. The mall was built on a spoke and wheel layout, with concentric rings of hallways. Accessed by crossways that went from the center to the parking lots outside.
the two of them stood side by side just inside the inner doors. they were each absorbed in their own thoughts. the hallway cut off all but a narrow viewing angle of the corridors, but both of them were disturbed by what they saw or rather by how they reacted to it. James found his eyes roving looking at the men, when he looked at women it was with a cold appraisal. what were they wearing, how did they look, but there was no heat of attraction. he liked looking at their clothes. he kept looking at the mannequins in the display windows, he was wondering what he would look like dressed like that. it didn't help anything that the damn mall was over airconditioned and the cold air was making his nipples hard. it had to be the AC he thought.
Next to James, Erin was having her own problems. the more time she spent looking at and thinking about women, the more she liked what she saw. what she hadn't noticed were the subtle changes in posture that seemed to come with her arousal. she glanced to "Jill" beside her and couldn't help but notice how visible her nipples were.
James turned to look at Erin and asked, "where should we start?"
