Erin attends the bachelorette party

Erin would have felt uncomfortable about being in a tight, black cocktail dress if it wasn't for the fact that she was currently sitting at a table with eight nearly black out drunk girls.

She was a day into a two day long bachelorette party and Erin was already ready to go home. She had some fun hanging out with Jessica, a nerdy engineer from Portland who has been best friends with the bride-to-be, Hannah, since they were ten. Jessica was nice and quite. The rest of the group enjoyed being blitzed out of their minds for every waking moment of the day. The worst was Mary, Hannah's sister, who had been sneaking bites out of a shroom laced chocolate bar the entire day. When Erin agreed to go to this wedding, she didn't think part of the arrangement would involve trying to babysit a group of grown-ass women who couldn't get their shit together. Two hours earlier, Mary was sitting on her ass in the middle of a city alleyway, crying about some guy named Jeremy. Even if Eric cared about her personal life, which she did not, Mary was too high to explain what Jeremey did to upset her.

"Big cock, right?" Asked Brittany, as she elbowed Erin's arm. She was slurring her words and it took Erin a minute to figure out what she was asking.

"Yeah. Ginormous." Erin responded in a dismissive tone as she looked away and sipped a fruity cocktail. She always liked cocktails and was relieved she could now order them without looking feminine. Well, she looked feminine, but she supposed that was now a good thing.

When she agreed to take the pill, she assumed she would spend most of the week deeply uncomfortable with her new body, but after popping her cherry, so to speak, she felt like a real, professional woman. She even got a kick out of waiting until their cute, twenty-year-old bartended walked up to them to adjust her bra to be more comfortable. She watched the bartender eye her chest in her peripheral vision and chuckled to herself quietly to herself quietly.

Being female was different. Not different in a bad way, just different. Erin remembered feeling awkward as a guy. Always skinny and nerdy, never fitting in with the stereotypical jocks in her old social circle. She felt slightly more masculine than her new female friends, but that was fine. Being slightly different is fine. Growing a set of tits helped her accept that people come in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

"I always liked Paul. I mean... As a dude... friend. Guy. I doooon't fucking know. Mike! Mike?! A vodka tonic?! Mike!" Susan was also blitzed. Weirdly, Erin liked the fact that some of the other bridesmaids seemed to have the hots for Paul. It made Erin feel special. Hot, even. It was weird.

Erin downed another drink and waived Mike over to get another vodka tonic for herself, and whatever her drunk compatriots wanted. She didn't know much about them but they seemed to have stable jobs and they never pushed the bill on her, so that was nice.

"You're like, hot... bitch." Susan laughed at what Erin assumed was an off-kilter joke before Susan laid her head on the table and seemingly falling asleep.

"All right big girl." Erin ushered the rest of the girls over and tried to pull Susan to her feet. Everyone but Erin was proper drunk and the night was only going to go downhill if she couldn't get them all back to their hotel rooms soon. After what felt like an hour of corralling the party of drunk thirty-something year old women into Ubers, Erin finally made her way back to Paul's apartment.

She noticed Paul leering at body and her tight cocktail dress as she walked through the door, but she was too tired to care. She pulled her arms through the straps of her dress and pulled it down her chest. She was so sweaty, it almost felt like she had to peel the dress off of body. She didn't care that it gave Paul a perfect view of her bra, chest and stomach. She stripped down to her panties and jumping onto Paul's bed. She imagined herself doing this with a sort of feminine grace, but she feared that it looked to Paul like she was flopping her limp body onto the bed like a dying fish.

She closed her eyes and quickly started to fall asleep. Paul tried to quickly shuffle his way onto the bed an sneak his arms around Erin's waist, but she didn't care, even after she tried to cheekily grope her breasts. It gave her a quick laugh. Paul might get lucky in the morning, but he had no idea how long of a day she just had. Besides, her body felt sticky and disgusting.

Erin was happy. Slightly drunk, sure, but sober enough to know that this wasn't a hostile environment. She enjoyed first girl's day out and she looked forward to more in the future. Paul was a nice, good guy. She had not thought of him in a romantic way before today, but she dared to say she felt some semblance of love in her heart for him. She assumed this might be a symptom of her new hormones but the feeling was strong and she wanted to believe it was more than just a biological response.

Paul kissed Erin on the cheek and she smiled as she finally fell asleep. She wasn't looking forward to the Hannah's actual wedding, but maybe it would turn out to be a turning point in her life.