When she let me go, I put on the dress.
Ten minutes later, Katie had me dressed, my brown hair brushed into a tumble of waves, and a smear of lipstick across my mouth. She got me propped onto shoes that had at least a two inch heel and nodded her approval. Finally, I wobbled after her toward the door.
“Where are we going?” I asked. My lips stuck together in a weird way that made me constantly want to lick my lips.
“Does it matter?” Katie asked as she picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She already seemed very comfortable in Rory’s body.
I leaned against the wall for support. “It does to me. I don’t want any of my friends to see me like this.”
Katie stepped out the door. “If your friends see you, they’ll just want to bang you.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” I said as I wobbled down the steps to Katie’s ancient Protégé.
True to her word, Katie let me drive the car. I had to slide the seat back to accommodate Lorelei’s long legs. I was a little nervous, but I’d had my permit long enough that I’d had several chances to practice. I got the car out of the driveway without much trouble, even wearing heels.
Katie pointed left along Birch Street. “Go that way,” she said.