Trish sat at home in her bedroom staring at the medallion. She had reluctantly dropped off Becky and her confused uncle turned undersized, oversexed, and delightfully inexperienced. She so wanted to be able to see James put through his paces as he went on his very first date as a girl. She'd gone to a great deal of effort maneuvering James into wearing an outfit that would virtually guarantee a full evening of girl experiences. Trish couldn't help smiling to herself as she visualized James trying to be casual as he wobbled on 4-inch stiletto heels, twin creamy mounds jiggling around a deep cleavage, fingers curled around and uncomfortably tugging at a hemline that he had yet to try sitting in.
There had to be a way she could use the medallion to disguise herself so she could follow James on his date! It might be voyeuristic, but this was too much to pass up. Glancing at her watch, she sighed because whatever she did, she had to do it soon or there wouldn't be enough time to change back to herself before tomorrow morning's practice. She could alter her own looks with some new clothing, or she could become her brother by using some of his clothes. She had the house to herself for the rest of the week, so that wasn't a problem. Turning herself into a guy was an exciting thought, but somehow becoming her own brother just seemed wrong.
Trish's musings were interrupted by the phone, "hello?"
"Hi! Is this Trisha Campbell? I'm Dwayne Sanders, we met this morning at school."
"Oh, yeah! How could I forget, what can I do for you?"
"I'm taking Jamie out tonight and it seems that no one knows her. Can you give me her phone number or address," Dwayne asked.
"Oh sure, she's staying with ..." Trish paused, appalled and excited at the audacity of her thought.
"HELLO? Are you still there"
"Sorry, I uh just remembered. Jamie ... uh ... can't see you tonight. She uh, had to go visit her Uncle. Yeah, apparently he had some kind of accident."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it's not serious."
"No no. From my understanding, her uncle should be on his toes and bouncing around in no time." Trish smirked.
"Damn! Would you give Jamie my condolences and tell her that I'll try to see her sometime later in the week?"
"Oh sure, she'll appreciate the thought, and thank you for calling. I'll pass on the message," Trish bubbled with barely controlled excitement.
Thank you for calling indeed! Carefully retrieving the medallion from where it lay on the table, Trish went to find the sweaty shirt that Dwayne had lost in the scuffle and that she had accidentally picked up. Sitting on her bed, Trish stared at the medallion and the shirt laid out carefully before her. Manipulating Becky's uncle into girlhood had been unmitigated fun, but contemplating changing herself was a bit frightening. Breathing hard, Trish got her fear under control and began to let her thoughts wander to the erotic. Sliding her hand down into her panties, Trish slid her finger into the moistness between her legs and lightly rubbed the little swelling nub she found there. Moving her hand up and out, Trish mimed wrapping her hand and fingers around a nonexistent erection and pretended to slowly stroke it a few times before taking a deep breath and reaching for the medallion.
