I lay there for a bit, just taking it all in. Then a new text came in from Amber, filled with worry and urgency: Amber
I pull myself together and text back,
Haze
Like magic, she texts back in almost a paragraph. Amber
I laughed at her language; in my old life, none of my female friends had ever talked to me this way. But then it clicks she's coming over to this pigsty of a place. I rush to grab all the dirty clothes and throw them into a bin. Then, I try to wash the dishes, but I hear a loud knock before I even get a quarter of the way done. I feel a cold chill run down my spine at the sound of the knock. I dry my hands and unlock the door.
But as the door barely opens, a foot kicks the door open, sending me flying to the ground. Then, in a flurry of movement, a body slams into mine in a crushing hug. I look down and see a girl who looks like Rachel Amber from 'Life Is Strange.' However, there are slight differences. Amber has black hair and a fuller body. But the clothing matches with the skinny black jeans, white tank top, and red flannel over a shirt. But with her own unique accessories.
She squeezed my waist and cried into my shirt about me being an idiot. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight as I tell her I am okay and thank her for caring so much. She lets go and pounds my chest a few times and tells me I'm a jerk and I should have called her, and she would have dropped everything to come help me. She finally calms down and gives me one more good punch to my shoulder and pulls me up to my feet. "that hurts, you know. God, your fists are like lead." she laughed. "well, deal with it. You deserve more. Now, how are you doing." she says, checking me over like a mother goose.
"I'm fine. The drugs were stronger than I thought, and I just spent a day in Wonderland, but I'm good now." slapping her hands away. "Well, you're not leaving my side today. Where I go, you go, understand. That means you are going to my audition today. No arguments, and you're most definitely not wearing that." she pushes past me and starts throwing clothes out of my dresser. "you're the reason my clothes are all over the place. Dame it, Amber, stop doing this. It's fucking with my OCD and any of those clothes that touch the floor I can't wear unless I rewash it. Because these floors are dirty, and no matter how much I clean, they stay dirty."
She brushes off my comment and keeps tossing my clothes until she holds up a set of blue-jean booty shorts, a white skin-tight crop top with a white bra and matching panties, and a white pair of thigh-highs with a light over-top cardigan. Plus, a strappy pair of sandals. "Do you really expect me to wear that out today?" she nods her head and, throws it on the bed, and starts stripping me. "Yes, I do. The audition is for female singers and dancers. They won't let you in if you look like a guy, and I know you can pitch your voice up high so you will fit right in. so shut up and put it on. We only have 2 hours to get you looking good and across town to the auditions." she says as she gets me naked and then helps me put on the bra and panties, not even giving my dick a second look. "Why are you being so pushy? I can dress myself; I'm not a vegetable yet." she slaps my ass and says. "I know that, but if I let you do it, you would drag your ass and make us leat just to spite me. So be quiet and be my doll right now."
After getting me dressed, she does a little make-up as I don't need much to be convincing and styles my hair to a more girly style. Amber then asks me, "So how did it go with Rowan? Did you seal the deal or just make out? Come on, give Mama the Deets. Was he big and controlling, or was he a bottom? He is on that quiet side." I blush hard at her bringing up my sex life, especially one I don't remember. "I don't remember what happened. I was too high, and I feared I might have died yesterday. So, excuse me for not remembering our hookup. But if you want to see his size, it's on my phone, so you can take a look if you want. Plus, He is bigger than me." I stammer out as I blush hard, making her giggle. "God, you're such a girl. I know he's like the first guy you hooked up with, but you don't need to act like a blushing bride talking about it." she grabbed my phone and took a look at the dick pic. and made a low whistle. Dame girl, you are lucky. I wish I had a boy toy with that packing, but you also get to experience it for the first time twice. You are so lucky."
I snatched the phone back and said, "Let's drop this, okay? So am I looking at the part now." she giggled and slapped my bubble butt again, making me yelp. As she said, "Stop talking so low. Get your girl voice out. I need that voice warmed up and ready for when we arrive." I grumble and try to do it, but the current me has never tried this before. But as I try, I can feel my throat move and change as a high and more feminine voice comes out. I don't feel any strain as I'm doing it, as a natural-sounding voice emerges. I look at myself in the mirror and speak, "Dame, you did a good job." she slaps my ass again and reprimands me saying, "Watch your mouth, young lady girls don't cures." I spin to face her. "stop slapping my ass. I don't want it to be red all day. And hypocrite much you curse like a sailor on shore leave." she tries going for another one, but I spin out of the way and counter-strike a slap on her ass. which gets a yelp from her. as I blow my hand like a smoking gun.
"Pay-backs a bitch, isn't it? Now, are we going or what? You said we only had 2 hours, but we just wasted 40 minutes. So let's get going." I say, rubbing my now red ass. She hops towards me and rubs her now sore ass as well. " your right, but I will get you back for that. A man should never hit a Lady," she says, pouting at me. "you are the farthest thing from a lady. And I'm only giving you what you want: true equality. Just be happy, and don't do it another 3 times to even it out." as we walk out the door.