After struggling to adjust his car seat forward to compensate for his now shorter legs, Eric finally started his car and headed to the party. He decided it was a good idea to take off his mask while driving so that he would be able to see the road without difficulty.
"This is just unreal," Eric thought as he looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror. "Who would've thought that one piece of jewelry could do something like this?"
Eric's gaze shifted down momentarily in order to glance at his newly acquired form. The black stockings clung tightly to his smooth legs. His arms could only be described as graceful and feminine. The red showgirl outfit hugged every curve of his body as if it was a second skin.
"But it's not my skin. Heh, I'm starting to wish I had used another girl's body other than my sister's. This is just a bit weird."
Eric's only solace was that it was still his face whenever he looked in the mirror. It was at this point, that he remembered that there was one last thing he needed to do before he arrived at the party.
