She does

The following day, you hang around home relaxing. A little after lunch you're a hundred pages deep into reading a sci-fi novel on the living room couch when a text from Abby interrupts you.

"Wanna see a movie?"

"Uh, ok. Now?"

"Yeah, at 3. You, me, Cali, and Chris. Cool?" she quickly texts back.

"Sure."

"We'll pick you up at 2:30."

Seems like you might have made your first friend in your 'new body'. You tell your mother your plans and you can tell she's pleased you're doing something with friends and getting out of the house, even though she tries to hide it. Perhaps she thinks is she's too eager it will cause you to want to do the opposite, its natural for a teenager to rebel after all.

You get in the shower and go through the motions, shampooing and conditioning your longish hair, mainly. When you come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, you find your mother in your closet excitedly digging through your modest collection of female clothing, apparently picking out something for you to wear.

A few minutes and you are dressed to your mother's specifications, despite your protests. You are dressed a little more provocatively than you might prefer, in a skirt and tight tank top, but your mother's preference for skimpy clothes should come as no surprise to you by now.

You hang out with your mom for a while longer in the kitchen until you hear the doorbell ring. You walk to the door and open it, your mother a few steps behind you.

"Hey! Are you ready to go?" asks Abby.

Surprisingly she didn't just text and tell you to come out. She says hi to your mom and even goes for a hug before leading out to the car. Its a Honda sedan, not brand new but well kept, you guessed. Abby's boyfriend, Chris, was behind the wheel. Cali, who you met briefly at the pool party yesterday is the passenger seat, Abby and you take the rear seats.

After driving and talking for a few minutes, Abby turns to you.

"Want to smoke a bowl?" she asks you with a glint in her eye.

"Like, weed?" you say. You had smoked weed only once before, when it came to **** you were pretty inexperienced but thankfully not horribly naive. You were pretty sure your mom had smoked weed a lot more times than you had though based on some of her stories.

"Yeah, like weed!" she smiles widely at you as she pulls a small plastic bag from the little coin pocket sewn into her tight-fitting jeans.

"Sure," you answer. You were feeling a little peer pressured but you didn't have a problem with it. Mainly you didn't want to get caught by the cops.

A minute later and the pipe was being passed between you, Abby, and Cali, ducking down slightly to avoid lighting up in direct view of the other cars on the road. You take a hit each time, managing somehow not to embarrass yourself by coughing or dropping the glass pipe.

The small bowl is almost consumed as you pull into the large parking lot of the movie theater. Abby passes it up to Chris and as soon as the car is in park he proceeds to smoke the rest of it one deep pull.

You were definitely feeling it, and Abby laughs at the sight of you. Apparently not as impaired, she pulls you out of the car and leads you into the theater behind Chris and Cali. He buys tickets for some superhero movie, you hadn't asked what you were seeing and didn't particularly care at this point.

The theater is not very full and the four of you have an empty row in the back to yourselves. Abby tells you to sit on the next to her, Chris sits on her left with Cali on his left. You sink into your seat and lose yourself in the audiovisual spectacle and splendor for the next half hour or so.

Apparently you're high enough to not realize that Abby has one hand resting on your knee, but not so oblivious that you don't realize when she begins to slowly inch her way up your thigh. You glance to your left and try to see whether Chris is seeing this, and then you glance right and open your mouth to say something, but before you can, she leans forward and kisses you.

As you part your lips to gasp in surprise, she takes advantage and forces her tongue into your mouth. At the same time she moves her hand under the hem of your skirt and squeezes the flesh of your pale thigh, her finger tips just an inch or two away from your panties. In reality it couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, but it feels like an eternity as you submissively accept Abby's kiss. Your body heats up and your mind moves from shock and surprise to desire. You want her to touch you. But she doesn't move her hand any further.

The situation is awkward and unexpected, but your body reminds you that you are still attracted to women in no uncertain terms. And Abby was damned attractive.

The kiss ends and Abby withdraws into her chair, leaving you a bit dumbfounded as the rest of the movie passes without incident. You think that Chris and Cali must of noticed what just happened, but when you look over, their eyes are fixed on the screen. You lean over and whisper in Abby's ear, your voice wavering a bit "What was that!?!"

"Just a little fun," she says, turning her attention to the movie.