Erica was super glad to be herself again, but she feels the urgency ti take a shower, because she felt soiled from her very recent transgender mishap. She washes her lithe, beautiful body and her silky red hair thoroughly, and she already feels more relaxed, more in control over the situation. She dries and combs her hair, then she goes to open up her walk in wardrobe. When she switches on the light, she freaks out a little... While fortunately all of her clothes and many shoes were still in there, there was also new stuff. Men's clothes, unsurprisingly. Impressively large sized, mostly suits, shirts, ties, even a couple of bow ties and suspenders! Erica shuffles through the elegant, neatly pressed dress shirts, after putting on a matching set of black, lacy panties and bra. She picks a nice, light blue shirt from the rack, along with a grey bow tie, and she walks to the mirror. She drapes the neatly buttoned up garment over her torso, mockingly, while pressing the bow tie under the starched collar with her slim index finger. "How do I look, Dave?" She speaks in a funny voice, "Is this how you like me ti dress? All dapper and buttoned up? Does my bowtie match my shirt? Am I fabulous enough?" She sticks out her tongue and lets out a mocking laughter. "Yeah right. Go fuck yourself, you queer prick." She takes the shirt and the tie back into the closet and then she picks out some better, FEMALE clothes to wear. Erica really disliked guys who dressed fancy like that, anyway, they just look like idiots! And on women, well that look just screams "lesbian"! No, Erica steers clear of that nonsense, she is and always was strictly feminine. She gets dressed in her favorite pair of tight, ass hugging black hot-pants, knee high purple socks and a black lycra tube top, leaving her supple cleavage and flat abdomen in clear sight! Popping over back to her vanity table to apply some eyeliner, she grins at her reflection in complete satisfaction. "Now this is me!" She declared in a feminine lilt.
Suddenly, a notification tone from her phone gets her attention. She picks the phone up to check. It's someone who just commented on her facebook profile, apparently... Something clicked inside her brain just then. "Wait... My facebook page... if, as Dave told me, I've been living for the last month as that... that man...thing... Oh fuck I gotta check my damn social media, I have a bad feeling about this..."
And surely enough, as soon as she opens her facebook app, she is shocked to be met by a picture of "Jamal" instead of the one she remembered! "Ooh dear" Erica braced herself as she began scrolling through her own profile. For starters, her name on facebook was no longer Erica Lillard, now it read as Jamal Lillard instead. The picture was a selfie of "Jamal" wearing a light grey hoodie and a beanie hat, pulled low over his brow. He also sported a genuine "tough guy, gangsta" expression on his face! Erica cringed. She sweeped through the profile pics to see the older ones. There was another of Jamal, this time shirtless, as he lifted heavy weights at the gym. Next, another of him, this time wearing a white shirt and a rainbow colored bowtie, clearly referencing the LGBTQ+ flag. In the picture, Jamal's face looked like he was holding back tears... Dave was next to him, dressed the same, one hand on Jamal's opposite shoulder and leaning in to kiss him sideways on the cheek. The unhappy looking black man held up a little photo of Erica, showing it to the camera. Erica is shocked by the image. The whole little scene reeked of humiliation! She notices it's been uploaded precisely a month ago... that meant it was right on the day when she was injected with the blasted man-serum! That sure explains why "Jamal", well, why she looks so depressed... Erica shakes her head and swipes backwards once more. The next profile pic, surely enough, was the one she remembered. A typical selfie of herself with nicely done makeup, red shiny lipstick, wearing a short black clubbing dress... Her head spins... She shudders to continue exploring her altered profile, to read the comments and stuff. What did her friends think of this shocking, unwilling sex change and even race change? Were her friends even still her friends? What about her brother Josh? And her parents! Oh man, does Erica even have the heart to read on and find out??