Girlfriend for the day

We were stopped at a red light. I wore other-John’s form-fitting clothes. Not everything about being a man in this universe was awful. At least the tight cloth showed off my muscles, though I wasn’t sure if ladies here could properly appreciate that quality.

“Wow, female drivers are so safe,” I teased, recalling a stereotype from my own world.

“Shut it,” she smiled.

“Seriously, though, you’re gonna have to teach me how to be a guy in this world.”

“You’ll get the hang of it. What do you want to do first?”

“You’re nervous about us being seen by someone we know, so let’s get some fries and feed them to each other in an empty parking lot.”

We decided to go through the drive-through. As we pulled up to the window, I put a hand on Tiffany’s boob.

“And can I get some barbecue sauce?” I said.

“Sure thing, hun,” the overweight cashier moved away from the window.

“What are you doing?” Tiffany asked.

“Absolutely nothing. This doesn’t mean anything, right?”

On second thought, reminding Tiffany that I thought I was from a parallel Earth probably wasn’t setting her at ease, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt like there was a huge joke and I was the only one in on it.

“Aren’t your breasts sensitive, though?” I asked as we parked out in the back of a vacant lot.

“Well, my nipples are pretty—WOAH NELLIE!” she said as I tweaked her nipple.

She eagerly went with my suggestion that we crawl into the back seat together. By this point she was probably just eager to see what her crazy cousin would do next. We cozied up thigh to thigh and I made good on my promise to deliver hot, sensuous fries directly into her awaiting mouth.