I glanced in the mirror while I tried to think of a suitably smart-ass comment, but that idea went right out the window. Erica was gone. The short-haired bodybuilder was now blond-haired, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, Nordic, and most definitely…male. He looked happier than I’d seen the female Erica being. Clothes were still an issue. He was packed into the silk panties Rose had provided, and they were starting to split up the sides. While I looked surprised, Rose looked horrified. She stared, open-mouthed and trembling, unable to bring herself to speak. Nadia said, “Well, we talked, and I think we got everything worked out. We’re going to go ahead with the link, but Erica—Eric—needs some information to finish his new form.” Rose said, “We can’t take male forms! The acceptance is based on female biology. You can’t change that!” Eric took Rose’s hand and gave her several there-there pats. “I’ll be fine, really. When I realized I couldn’t get out of coming here, I started studying the acceptance ritual.
