James woke up slowly. She didn't move at first. It took a moment for her awareness to spread out from the ache in her head and the dry scratchy feeling in her throat. She blinked, feeling the slow dragging sensation as her eyelids slid across her eyes. That was one more plank of proof that she was dehydrated. She sat up slowly. She paused in the sitting position her legs were stretched out before her on the folding bed. She had a moment of guilt when she realized she didn't remember coming back here. She must have been more tired from last night than she had realized. Poor Erin, she had been a super friend taking her shopping, putting up with her attitude.
James wasn't sure what her problem had been, she assumed it was a lingering hangover, but she had been stressed and bitchy the whole time they were at the mall. Shopping had been kind of fun, perhaps that was just because it was someone else's money. She would have to do something about making some money. She couldn't keep leaning on Erin or Tom forever, and she was now willing to admit to herself that it would be forever. She didn't have the medallion, and without it she couldn't transform again. She shook her head. She glanced down and found the bra on the floor and put it back on.
Wow that feels much better she thought as the bra took the weight of her breasts. She walked over to the bags from her shopping trip with Erin. She picked up the H&M; bag, and pulled out a cute floral Maxi dress. It had a high neck and no sleeves. She put her head through the top and let it fall into place. James frowned as the dress settled around her. She didn't know that much about women's clothes yet. It might just be how the dress was supposed to be, but it didn't seem to fit her right. Funny I don't remember it being this tight in the chest she thought. It also seemed loose in the waist and the rest of her body, but that part she was pretty sure was intentional. It fell to her ankles, giving a nice peasant gestalt. She kicked her foot out and watched as the dress billowed around her. It felt nice. She noticed that the nail polish on her toes had started to crack. She thought about the care package that Erin had sent her at Tom's place. She hadn't thought to bring it with, but presumably Erin had more here
For all her new found feminine identity, James had precious little experience being, let alone thinking as, a woman. She didn't know where makeup would be kept. Her first place to check was the bathroom. She wasn't that optimistic, but it had a mirror and that seemed a good place to start. She walked around the apartment barefoot. She liked the feel of the carpet on the soles of her feet. She also liked feeling naked under the dress. It was a stimulating thought to be respectably dressed, but so easily disrobed. She imagined that this was her boyfriend's apartment. That he would walk through that door, lift the dress out of the way and take her where she stood. She would never deny him. It was her duty, but also her privilege to help him find relief; whenever and wherever he needed it. however he wanted. Her nipples crinkled at that thought and her toes curled into the rug. God I'm horny she thought I'll take care of that tonight. Some guy is getting lucky! She continued her search. She was a little embarrassed to go into Erin's bedroom, so she searched the rest of the apartment first. Shaking her head, she gave up and walked over to Erin's bedroom. She paused then knocked on the door. "Hello," she called.
Erin didn't answer for the simple reason that she wasn't there. James had known that, but for some inexplicable reason had felt compelled to knock anyways. She opened the door slowly and nervously stuck her head around it. Of course the room was quiet and empty. She stepped fully inside and smiled. Despite spending last night and this morning in this apartment she hadn't looked inside here yet. she's even messier that I am, or was? She thought. She stepped over a wadded up pair of jeans and passed the blouse that Erin had worn last night to approach the night stand. She was still smiling when she pulled the top drawer open. She looked down and squinted. Recognition dawning her lips parted as her mouth opened in shock. There in the center of a messy miscellaneous pile of makeup was a Ziploc bag containing the medallion
