Becky watched like a nervous mother as Trish, whom she thought was Dwayne, shepherded her cute little uncle down the walk. "I don't think Uncle James has a clue about what he's gotten into," she muttered to herself when she saw Dwayne drift his hand down from James' waist to her butt as they approached the car. Becky watched Dwayne as he opened the passenger side door and help James in. She'd never really paid this close of attention before, but where she might have initially said that Dwayne was a perfect gentleman, in fact, Dwayne was a guy. In the few seconds it took, Dwayne had caressed James' bare back, sliding his hand over the back of her skimpy red top, caressed her bare lower back, cupped James' butt, drifted his hand along her bare arms helping James turn to sit, accidentally brushing her breast in the process. The very familiar little dance ended with James sitting and Dwayne staring straight down James' ample cleavage as Dwayne released her hand.
"I've been on the receiving end of every one of those moves and never once thought about it, but somehow watching uncle James get maneuvered like that is disturbing," Becky pondered as she watched the car pull away. "Another thing," Becky frowned. "That car sure looks familiar!"
"So where are we going," James asked in a cute excited little voice. This is great! I don't have to plan anything, I don't have to pay for anything. The only hard part was getting ready, and Becky helped with that. On the other hand, I feel like I'm half naked dressed like this. I've got more skin exposed than covered, but I know what the mirror showed, and the mirror was hot. Although hot might not be the right word, James thought as the car's air conditioner continued to drop the temperature below comfortable.
"I thought we'd go see the movie Star Dust. I heard some good reviews about it. You haven't seen it have you?"
"No, no I haven't. I'd like that," James said. What she was thinking was that anything that got her out of this mobile ice box sounded great.
Fortunately it wasn't far to the theater and James managed to warm up again by the time they got tickets. Alas, it was a short reprieve of warmth. It seemed there was a conspiracy to freeze her to death. The theater was colder than the car. James tried to be a man about it, but within the first half hour, James was holding Trish/Dwayne's hand tightly and pressing against his bare arm for the warmth. Midway through the movie, Trish did the old stretch and drop, casually slipping his arm around James' shoulder. James had expected that, and had planned to politely rebuff it, but by this time, the warmth from Dwayne's arm was delicious and James found herself snuggling in tighter.
After the movie, they went to a local teen hangout, which was also damnably cold so James was happy to have Dwayne on the same side of the booth pressed up against her. Dwayne's hands were really warm!
"So what did you think about the movie," Dwayne asked. "I thought it was really funny when the witch turned that guy into a girl. Wouldn't it be really cool to be able to do something like that?"
"Uh ... uh ... yeah maybe," James squeaked.
"So what kind of things would you try, if you could make magical body changes," Dwayne prompted.
