Electric Letter

A sunny Saturday in June saw Tim Maxwell and me taking a long ride to The Hamptons, the popular seaside resort at the eastern tip of Long Island. We had departed from Manhatten at 8 o'clock. The dashboard GPS in Tim's Lexus tracked miles remaining and estimated time of arrival. We were making good time in moderate to heavy traffic.

Barely a mile away from our urban apartment I had shared a thought.

"This weekend is going to be good. We haven't hung out with Dennis and Mike since forever."

"I can't wait," Tim replied.

"Me neither."

Swimming, lying in the sun, a house within walking distance from the beach and a sailboat would combine to make a welcome change of pace. There's something to be said for just getting away from the crowds, the noise and the heat released by asphalt. Even a trip to the mountains would suit me.

"Dennis texted me just before we left," said Tim.

"What did he say?"

"There's plenty of cold beer, and eats. He found a frisbee there."

"That should be fun," I replied.

It was supposed to be a guys weekend. Sometimes life and fate have other ideas.

"Here we are," said Tim as he opened the lid.

Two pieces of luggage lay inside the trunk.

As we approached the beach house Dennis came outside with an attractive girl whom we hadn't met. Long blond hair frames her oval face. Coral bow-shaped lips and blue eyes reminded me of someone even though we were not yet acquainted. Mike has blue eyes and bow-shaped lips.

"This is Michelle."

Tim asked the question that he and I were asking internally.

"Is Mike anywhere?"

"Mike had to work this weekend. They're busy."

"Too bad," I remarked. "I was looking forward to seeing him for old times sake."

"I'm sure he would like to be here," said Micelle.

"How long have you two been a couple," I asked.

"Not long," she replied.

Dennis showed us to our room at the top of the stairs. Having said that, he started on his way downstairs.

"I'll take this one," said Tim, sitting on the bed near the window.

Barely a minute later the four of us were sitting on patio chairs. The cries of gulls and the rustle of waves soothed us.

The long day saw us sailing, playing nurf football on the beach and taking dips in the swell. Michelle was proving to be quite the athlete. Mike played varsity football as a wide receiver. Her apparent athleticism reminded me of him.

By 6 o'clock burgers were sizzling on the propane grill. I was taking sips of beer. For some reason I wanted to drink much more slowly and have fewer of them.

Much Later that night as I entered the bedroom a mysterious pain in my gut caused me to bend. I couldn't lie down soon enough. The ache went away but then I felt soreness in my chest.

I felt my body changing and stared at my hands. They had become delicate-looking.

I looked at the reflection in the mirror. My face had changed.

What is happening to me? What are these bulges in my shirt?

"Holy crap. Tell me this didn't happen. It has to be a dream. Wait what happened to my voice? It sounds so feminine."

Wanting a better look I pulled my shirt off.

Breasts? These are not man boobs. They're the kind that lactate. They're girls boobs, C Cups at that.

The night seemed like eternity.

By morning I had to talk to someone. Having sensed that I was in distress, Michelle took me aside in the master bedroom while Dennis and Tim were watching TV.

"I don't understand this. It turned my life upside down."

"Give it a couple of days. It will feel natural and right."

"How do you know," I challenged.

"Trust me," she urged.

"ARE YOU KIDDING?"

"No I'm not kidding. Give it time."

"What about Tim," I challenged.

"I think he'll like the person you've become. We'll call you Erica."

"Erica," I repeated.

"You're very pretty Erica."

The name Erica fits well. I like the name. It sounds better than Rick.

" I can't wear this every day," I remarked, gesturing to Rick's T-shirt and jeans on my body.

"You have a whole new wardrobe."

That being said, she led me to an open closet.

I marvelled at the assortment of dresses, skirts, blouses and pants. My eyes shifted downward taking in several pairs of shoes.

At the dresser, she opened draws letting me see bras in one draw and panties in another.

"OH MY GOD. Do they even fit me?"

"Everything will fit," she replied, referring to clothes and bras and undies.

I put "the girls" into a Maidenform Sandshell w/Honey Blush Beige bra and my ass into Evening Blush low-rise panties.

Even as a boy I used to wear colored underpants.

I slipped into a White flower/navy V-neck short-sleeved dress and smoothed it down.

"This does feel very comfortable."

Why do I like wearing a dress?

"It's meant for you," said Michelle.

For several seconds my eyes held my reflection in the bedroom mirror. Michelle stood behind me and revealed her secret.

"I was Michael until the owners of this house changed me on the day Dennis and I arrived."

"OH My God, you too?!"

Michelle nodded.

"Are you and Dennis a couple now?"

"I kissed him. I slept with him."

Will I kiss Tim? Will I fall in love with him?

"I want to kiss Tim."

Wait where is that coming from?

"You just may kiss him."

"I have feelings for him that I never even realized I could have."

"That's good. You're embracing your new life."

Erica would come face-to-face with Tim for the first time. Michelle and Dennis had departed for a walk along the beach leaving Tim and me alone on the patio.

"You look familiar."

"I should be," I said. "We've known each other since we were in our teens."

"Are you Rick?"

I nodded smiling. "I think we can take our friendship to the next level."

That being said, I kissed his mouth. He returned the kiss and draped his arms around my shoulders.

The kiss deepened.

We broke apart but our eyes remained locked onto each other.

"Erica I'm so happy you came into my life."

"Right back at ya," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

We kissed again.

I want to sleep with you tonight and every night.

"Let's go for a walk along the beach."

"Yes," I replied.

We kept a slow pace. His fingers interlaced my fingers.