Eric...a

"What?" I said.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. It seemed an insolent interruption. I was ready to flee with my discarded uniform into one of the rooms and dress myself back up into the man I was. Part of me wanted to play with Amy a little longer, but there was no way anyone else was going to see me dressed as a female.

"Who the fuck is that? What the fuck?" I said. Panic in my voice.

"Just relax, sweetie." Amy said.

She called me sweetie. I couldn't believe it.

She walked over to the door and greeted someone she obviously knew. I immediately bolted for the bathroom, grabbing what I could of my uniform. I locked the door and as I was getting ready to take off the pink blouse, I got a good look of myself in the larger bathroom mirror. The skirt looked good on my chubby thighs. Not really fat, just healthy. The dark hair made me look bitchy. I kind of wanted to continue the afternoon with her, but I felt things had been ended by an uninvited visitor.

"Eric...a?" Amy called from the other side of the door.

"You fucking called me Erica." I said.

"Open the door."

I paced the floor a few seconds trying to compose myself. I opened the door. I needed to know what was going on.

"Its just Rick. He's a friend Jill's. Will you come out and say hello?" Amy said.

"Let me get dressed."

"You are dressed, Eric."

"Why did you call me Erica before? Not fuckin' cool."

"Let's see if we can fool him."

"Are you crazy?" I said.

She acted as though it was no big deal for me to walk into a room dressed like a girl, and in that room would be a strange man.

"It'll be fun. I promise. I will owe you big time for this. You look really good." She said.

I caught my image in the mirror again, and was starting to turn myself on. I felt like a kid, when my mother would make me come out and say hello to her friends, when all I wanted to do was stay in my room and play video games.