Go out with Elaine's friends

What better way to celebrate becoming a beautiful young woman than celebrating with a bunch of beautiful young women? The idea more that intrigued you. The thought of posing as her in front of her friends, that the girls will have no idea you were not one of their own, was almost a turn on. And was the best course of action.

You pull out your phone and pose yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, taking a selfie in your dress. You never wore it, so you knew the girls wouldn't be able to call your bluff.

You retake the image a few times until you come out the best you can, and send the image to your group chat with you friends.

"Girls, I bought this cute new dress and wanna test it out. Anyone wanna join?"

You put your phone back on the counter and start preparing yourself a meal. It isn't long before the responses come through. While some of the girls couldn't come, three would. And from your old memories, you figured they were the best three.

First was your personal best friend, Diana. She was a tall and gorgeous black woman with a skinny build. She dawned an almost stereotypical afro, but one she wore like a queen, and you adored her for maintaining. She was worked at a software engineer, and lived very comfortably with her girlfriend.

Second the amazingly beautiful Marie, a French immigrant who you met as an exchange student in college. You two kept contact over the years, and eventually she decided to move back to the United States in pursuit of her acting career, but she hasn't found much success. It was only recently her career started picking up, after a modeling agency scouted her out for a few shoots, and now she's thinking of changing careers entirely.

Like you, she was a blonde woman, although she styled her hair in a flowing, wavy long style. Her eyes were green, and she was slightly shorter than you, although she had a more thick and curvaceous body, compared to your thinner frame.

Lastly was a name you recognized from both your old life and new. Your good friend Deborah; or as David knew her, Ms. Labaowski. She used to be your arts teacher back in high school, and was the only one of the group of four to already be married. She lived just a block away too, something that surprised your David self a little.

She was the shortest of the bunch, with a slightly pudgy complexion, but cute overall; even David thought of her thar way. She had firey red hair and a face full of adorable freckles.

You smile at the set of replies, as all the girls start discussing where to meet. Eventually, you decide on the Garrison Irish pub nearby in an hour.

Happy enough, you finish up your toast and go back to take a long, handsy shower.

***

Some firm self enjoyment and an hour gone by later, you find yourself down at the bar, waiting for the girls to arrive.

You can't help but giggle to yourself as you notice some guys checking you out. You made sure to make your hair and makeup the best it can be. If only those guys knew...

"Elene!" You hear a terribly cutely accented voice say behind you. It was Marie, always the first to arrive. You get off your chair and turn to the girl with a hug. She was wearing a shiny silver dress which highlighted her bountiful curves.

"How are you?" You ask her happily. As she sits down next to you. "I'm okey! I got myself a new shoot." While her accent was getting better over time, it was still very prominent. But you just found it adorable, all three of your personalities.

"The agency hired you full time?" You ask.

"No, it's a different one!" She giggles happily. "I'm starting to be sought after!" You smile at her. It was clear modeling was going to fend well for her. She had a gorgeous body and an even more beautiful face. The thing was, she only did those as side gigs, but her passion was acting. You met her as a theater student, and ever since she graduated she has been looking for her big break, but she failed almost every audition.

And even though she never understood why she couldn't score a gig, you figured it out pretty easily. You felt bad for thinking that way, but truth is, her acting just sucked. She was terrible, but you didn't have the heart to tell her...

But as she sips on her drink, a thought pops into your mind. You were great at acting. Not Elaine, but you bellow. David acting as George acting as Elaine. You could probably help her out and finally score her the part she's always been dreaming about. But will you be able to go back to seeing Elaine's face from outside?