As the pair drove further and further away from downtown towards the distant outskirts of the city, the buildings became fewer in number and further apart. The sky became dark, as night began to creep in. Kyle rode in silence staring straight at the road, lost in his thoughts.
The truth was that he had no idea where the liquor store was, or even if there was one out here. He just wanted to get out of the city, and away from all the people. The experience at the intersection was frightening, and he didn't want to risk running into anyone else Cindy might know. He had originally enjoyed having Cindy's body; it was strange, and sensual. It felt good, and he liked the way he looked. But he was finding it harder and harder to separate his memories from hers. He kept feeling strange desires seeping through...desires for men and sex. And he was finding it harder to resist them as time wore on. Part of him really wanted to try it. After all, it seemed to feel really good in her memories, better than any sex he remembered as a man. And his current appearance was only temporary. Beryl was going to return him to normal as soon as they got home. What harm could it do? But the experience at the intersection haunted him - he had been completely lost in the memory. And he feared what would happen if he ever got really lost, and couldn't find his way back.
A large dip in the road caused the car to jump, bouncing Kyle's unsupported breasts painfully. Those breasts, he thought with a grimace. More than anything he wanted to get rid of those breasts. Sure they felt great, and looked spectacular, but he was sick and tired of the constant back and chest pain. Each turn or shift in the car caused his breasts to bounce and pull, tugging painfully on his chest. He didn't know how the real Cindy could put up with it. He thought about asking his sister for her bra, but he didn't do it for the same reason he refused to tell her he didn't know where he was going - he didn't want to admit that he was wrong, and that she was right. She was just so damn smug about everything, it really pissed him off. And her new intelligence didn't help. He felt like she was lording it over him, treating him like an idiot. So he drove on in silence.
After an hour, Beryl asked, "Kyle, where are we going?"
"To the liquor store, duh, " he said sarcastically.
"No - really, where are we going? We've been driving for hours, and I haven't seen any buildings, much less a store for quite a while. Admit it, we're lost, " said Beryl.
Kyle grimaced. "Okay, you're right. I don't know where I'm going. Are you satisfied now, Miss Smarty Pants?"
"Not really. Look, Kyle, I'm sorry. This is my fault. I should have never made you do this, especially without your permission. I'm tired, let's just go home."
Kyle sighed. "No, it's not your fault. I chose to change into this body, and I chose to go get liquor with you. You didn't force me to do anything. I'm just sorry I couldn't find the liquor store for you and help you celebrate."
Beryl smiled, and hugged him. A pothole caused the car to jump roughly, and Kyle winced in pain as his breasts bounced again. "Wow, you've been without a bra for quite a while now, " said Beryl. "I bet those melons are making you sore."
"You wouldn't believe how much it hurts. My chest and back are killing me. Can I just use your bra now?" asked Kyle.
"I'd gladly give it to you, but I don't think it will help. Remember that provision in the curse - you can't use the same pair of clothes twice. I'm afraid this is the same bra you wore to school today, " said Beryl.
"So I guess I'm stuck. I just have to suffer all the way home, " said Kyle glumly.
"Hang on, hang on. I see a store up ahead. We'll just buy you something there."
"I doubt they will have anything large enough to help me."
"Probably not. But they're sure to have something that we can use to shrink you down to a more manageable size."
Kylie smiled, and quickly sped towards the small store up ahead.