Her new body was a nightmare for Erica. Though her previouse male personna was only a background presence, it was filled with disgust. Erica got home and, though she knew to expect it, was still surprised at how her parents didn't expect their defensive lineman son to be walking through the door but their three bills daughter. Erica's mother immediately smothered her with hugs when she came through the door. Erica quickly disengaged, though, and made her way up to her room. It was no an explosion of pink. There were stuffed animals everywhere. There were posters of hot boys all over the walls. Erica looked at one particular poster. The boy was slender but still strong looking. He was a model. His skin was perfect, his face gorgeous. Erica reached one hand into her the front of her huge pants and down her giant panties to her sex. At last, she reached her clitoris and started rubbing.
Oh, if only! If only a boy like that would have me. She closed her eyes and imagined kissing that boy and rubbing the velvet soft skin of his perfect buns. She imagined him atop her and thrusting inside her over and over and over. Finally, with a flurry of gasps and pants, she came. But the gorgeous boy wasn't there. No one was. She went to the bathroom and cleaned up but it was just the first of nearly a score of times Erica masturbated that week.
There was no one at school, either. Even her so recently male friends were reluctant to be seen with her. Her former teammates on the football team laughed openly at her whenever they saw her. She noticed that boys suddenly became rigid or formal when talking to her. They might be speaking casually to another boy or even a girl but when they spoke to fat girl Erica, they suddenly went to correct english or completely different body language.
Boys can't even be seen speaking casually to me! And there were so many beautiful boys! At school, at the mall, everywhere, Erica saw gorgeous faces, athletic bodies and tight round buns. They were everywhere. The Eric part of her was shocked at how seemingly widespread was male beauty, at how enthusiatic a girl could be about boys. And whenever the supply available within sight was insufficient, Erica had GQ magazine and scores of web sites, sites of model agencies, sites for the fans of models and pornographic sites. Despite not having contact with male bodies, Erica had an absolutely encyclopedic knowledge of them. This constant reservoir made her frequent masturbation even easier. She could always conjure up memories of the faces and bodies of models Chris Kramer or Tyson Ballou or olympic swimmer Michael Phelps or actors or just the latest incandescent boy in a magazine photo.
Eric's week as a girl was a form of torture. She desperately wanted affection. She desperately wanted a boy. But her nearly 300 pounds made it impossible and the complete lack of sympathy shown for her plight shocked her. Eric had never considered how things were for fat girls that he and the other guys on the football team casually mocked. Erica waddled into Toni's room a gargantuanly fat girl. When she stripped and the emitter was pointed at her and her body slimmed and became male, Eric carried memories nearly as heavy with him through the process.