Trish takes you clothes shopping

For lunch Trish takes you to a sports bar. You have to admit that the lunch fare is quite good, especially since their best menu items are probably all dinner items. Both of you sit and talk quite comfortably - you're struck again by how easily the two of you get along. Trish was never part of your social circles, but if you had made friends with her somehow she probably would have become your closest female friend, or perhaps even your girlfriend. Trish even convinces you to have a glass of wine since "it can't be a problem yet". You're a little thirsty so you wind up asking for another glass part way through lunch. With that you discover your new body's increased sensitivity to ****. Man, as a girl you're really easy to get wasted on a date.

Something you pick up on as the wine warms you up is that maybe Trish likes this place for more than the food. The servers are mostly women, mostly college age and all dressed to impress. Once or twice you catch Trish following a particularly nice bum as it weaves through the tables. You feel like complaining, but that complaint dies in your throat when Trish gives you a knowing smile. Then you realize that you've been doing the exact same thing. Your male side, or whatever's left of it, has be carefully tracking and cataloging all the smooth legs, curvy bottoms and nicely presented breasts put on display by the servers. You're so distracted that when your waitress asks if you'd like another you say yes, forgetting how much of an effect the first two glasses of wine have already had on you. Trish makes a smug comment about it being nice to have a girlfriend who 'really gets her'.

By the end of the meal you're feeling warm and fuzzy. You're sure that your skin is a bit more pink than usual. Even though she only drank a soft drink Trish seems in high spirits and gives you a pat on the ass as she helps you back into the car. When she drives off the movement of the car leaves you a little disoriented and you sheepishly say, "Maybe we should just go home".

Trish rubs your leg and replies "Nah, you'll be fine. Three glasses? Phhbtt! Come on babe, nothing makes a girl happier than playing shop till you drop and I've got a couple of places in mind." You concentrate on the road so you don't feel woozy and barely notice when Trish turns the car in at a little strip mall. Your first stop is at a thrift store, where Trish helps you pick out some serviceable clothes - some are a little out of fashion, some are very slightly worn, but all are nice and comfy, perfect for wearing around the house. You also manage to pick up several types of shoes and sandals at a fantastic price.

With bags of clothes in the trunk you're already feeling pretty pleased with this expedition. Then Trish leads you into a lingerie store. To your utter embarrassment she gets one of the girls in the store to help size your breasts. It is helpful to know you're a 32C now, but getting measured leaves your already wine impaired brain spinning. While you go to the bathroom to splash some water on your face Trish races through the store selecting bras, panties and God knows what for you.

Splashing water on your face means you feel the need to pee. Then, as you're washing up you notice what the water did to your makeup. You realize that no normal girl would make that kind of mistake - or at least she'd be smart enough to pack her makeup in her purse. You text Trish to let her know what's happened. She tells you to hide in a stall and promises to come and get you soon.

'Soon' turns out to be almost ten minutes later, when a grinning Trish appears and gives you a hand repairing the damage you inadvertently caused to your makeup. She tells you she's taken care of the shopping and gives you a kiss on the neck. Trish promises that you'll love what she's chosen, but she wants to surprise you. The wicked smile tells you all you need to know about what kinds of lingerie you're going to be wearing after this shopping trip.

Finally she drives you to the mall and takes you on a tour. Whenever you say something like, "it's too expensive" or "you don't have to buy this" she shushes you and gives you a hug. After the third time she whispers that you're having her baby and she's going to take care of you. It leaves you weak in the knees - you feel like you've always wanted to hear that, even though a few days ago it should have been you saying it to your girlfriend.

Trish makes sure to get a little bit of everything. If it wasn't at the thrift store but you look good in it she buys it. You wind up with yoga pants, leggings, mini skirts, pleated skirts, slit skirts, blouses, crop tops, halter tops, even a cropped halter top, sweaters, light jackets, four different belts and a host of accessories. Some of it's formal, some of it's punk, but a lot of it is stuff that demure little schoolgirls might wear.

Once again those feeling start bubbling up. It's clear Trish still has a dream of pursuing those St. Catherine's girls and now Gwen as well. You just aren't sure how you feel about that and you excuse yourself once again to the bathroom, trying to clear your mind and decide what to do about Trish's rampant desire. You're looking in the mirror, trying to figure it all out, when your phone rings.

"Hey there precious! How's life as a girlfriend treating you?" says that twisted voice you recognize so well.

"You again!"

"Now, now, don't bitch or I'll hang up on you." The way she says it sounds like someone holding a treat just out of a dog's reach. When you say nothing she continues, "Hmmm, I didn't have that long to work on Trish's tattoo so I might have overdone things."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I had to add some masculine urges and hormones, of course, but I underestimated the effects on your herm friend's body. I knew I was making her eager to breed as well as able to breed, but I guess I tweaked the desire for a harem as well." In a totally insincere tone she adds, "Sorry about that. I mean it looks like she's trying hard to be a good boyfriend. Look, don't touch... for now."

"Well... what are you going to do about it?"

"Oh, I suppose I could do nothing at all. Leave it all up to you and your wiles to convince Trish to be a one girl kind of herm. Or maybe you love the idea of helping her seed every girl she can? I mean if you're into it I suppose being the head girl in a harem must have some advantages." She pauses, letting tension build. "Yes, watching you deal with this on your own would be a lot of fun."

"But why are you calling me then?" you ask, panic rising inside you.

"I had this other idea - a way to balance things out with Trish, make it a bit more 'fair', but you'd have to be willing to do what I tell you to. Just for one night about a month from now. But I'm wondering if calling you was a mistake. Leaving you to your own devices is a pretty yummy idea too..." You hear the sound of the phone on the other end shifting away from the woman's head. If you want to use magic to tame Trish's desires this might be the only chance.