Meanwhile, things had turned out strangely with Eric.
Lisa, in her haste to make sure Eric didn't remember her, had made some changes; only, she'd been very, very sloppy.
She hadn't wanted Eric to be totally left out in the cold, she did care for him after all, she just didn't want to mate him anymore. She wanted to make sure someone looked after him, so she set it up that the next eligble girl, under the age of twenty, that Eric saw, would be retconned to be his loving girlfriend in this reality.
Seemed reasonable, only Lisa didn't take into account where Eric was...
... he was babysitting his 11 year old neighbour, Leah.
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Eric sat on plush couch in Leah's living room, comedy channel was on in the background, but he wasn't paying attention to it one bit. He was worrying about Lisa and her changing self. The base changes were worrying him. What if he couldn't reverse it? What if...
A shiver ran through him as half a mile away, Lisa was executing her script. Suddenly, all thoughts of Lisa were gone, a formless void taking their place. Confused about losing his train of thought he looked around, eyes falling on Leah, a skinny ebony girl with skin so dark it shon wearing an oversized nightshirt. She was curled up in an armchair, feet tucked under her, only bare pink soles showing laughing at a Dave Chappelle sketch.
Another shiver ran through him, and all of a sudden he remembered his train of though. Tonight was the night. Tonight, Eric had promised Leah, that they would take their secret relationship further, further than kissing. He had promised he'd let her see his penis.
He smiled thinking back on how they started, she crushing on him two years ago. Always precocious and pranking him. Teasing and playing, not knowing how to show that she liked him. Until one day, finding him dozing on the couch, she kissed him in his sleep, wanting her first kiss. Waking Eric at first panicked, and they had a Frank conversation. Not wanting to upset the then bawling girl he'd promised not to tell, but made her promise not to do it again. A promise Leah made, then broke.
Every opportunity she had from then on she was all over him. Kissing his cheeks, pinching his bum, licking his face and running away laughing. The worst was when she would run into the room and land on his lap, straddling him.
Wanting to scare her off after one too many lap jumps, shortly after she turned 10, Eric finally snapped and began aggressively petting and making out with her. To his surprise she melted into his embrace gladly, and returned his advances. Breathless they had come up for air and for the first time, Eric saw this perfect skinned, skinny girl as a woman, and went in willingly. Since then their world was one of stolen kissed and nights cuddled on the couch watching movies. No one knew, nor could they with a 6 year age gap between them, and Leah barely entering pubescence.
As if feeling his eyes on her Leah turned, still grinning and caught his eyes, he could see her pupils dilate as her grin turned to a smile, and she turned to sit cross legged, shirt riding up, giving me a view of her hear cotton panties, before turning back to the television. In his pants, his horse dong twitched at the sight.
Two could play this game!
"You know." He began. Her ear twitched, she was listening. "I know you're a horse fan... so I may have a surprise for you..." he left that hanging as she turned, eyebrow raised on her small youthful face.
"Yeah?" She drawled, inquiring, "and what's that?".
He crooked his finger and smiled. "You'll have to come here to see".
She bit her lip, looked at the clock and then unfurled herself. Padding across the floor then hopped onto the couch beside Eric. Shocks ran through him as they touched. He felt her warmth through the thing night shirt. He leaned in, drinking her in scent, to which she reciprocated and leaned into a kiss. Deep and loving.
"Then show me" she whispered, voice tiny.