Eric...a Part 2

"I know." I said.

We hugged again, and I so wanted to be her friend in the future. I wanted to think that our differences would not keep us apart completely. I said goodbye to her and left as if walking through a haze.

I gulped at the fresh air once I got outside. I stood on the porch a few moments breathing in the air. Just before I was about to leave, I felt a tongue in my ear, followed by a familiar voice. Rick was standing next to me. I had not realized how tall he really was. That day, neither of us was standing at the same time. He looked the same, except that he was full of a strange energy.

"Eric. How have you been?" He said.

Part of me wished that he had called me Erica. Perhaps, because I was dressed as a man, he called me by my real name. I looked up to him with a look that I was sure conveyed submission to him and to what he could give me.

"I am really busy tonight, but I want to see you again." He said. "I want to see Erica again. Has she been around?"

"Yes. She has been around. You might be surprised. She looks better these days."

"I believe it. She was something else. I have her number from Amy. I will call her soon."

I was disappointed. I so wanted to spend some time with him. I wanted to be treated as before: like a girl. We waved goodbye to each other. I was left with a void. I needed to be satisfied. I got into my car and headed back to campus. I had brought Erica's outfit with me, in case she was called upon that night. I wanted to cry, but found solace that he wanted to call Erica.



Once back at my dorm, I got out some outfits for Erica that I had been collecting. I had bras, skirts, women's jeans and blouses. I also had a few shoes. I really had not mastered walking in heels, so I just used flip flops. I also had a pair of pink ballerina type shoes that Erica really felt sexy in. I was also getting better at applying make-up. I always put on very little. I only used a light amount of lipstick.