Evan's POV III: The Re-Emergence

Andrea turns to face Evan. “Feels good to finally admit that, doesn't it? For all your macho-man bluster, you really just wanted to feel the love of someone who cares for you as much as you do for them. Let’s not quibble either, we’re hot as hell, wouldn't you agree?”

“That's definitely true, and I guess I can't really lie to you in here, it's not like I haven't thought about being a girl before. Just thought I had to be the super-manly man or the universe would break or something.” Evan finishes buttoning and tucking in his shirt before slipping his dress shoes back on.

“Only the universe of perceptions you had built up around yourself, now you are free to express yourself however you'd like. Wanna stay in and play Solar Lords on the weekdays, then go dance and have date nights on the weekends? We can! If you want to give that all up and become a fitness junkie and show yourself off on FanTime? We certainly can now, Cutie!” Andrea strikes a seductive pose Evan had only seen in the more risque InstaTik or FanTime videos.

“Wow, uh, hmm, that's a disconcerting thought.” Evan composes himself a bit before cinching his belt. "Though you know, what I find really disconcerting and absurd is that I’m getting dressed again even though we are in a simulation and the clothes aren't real.”

Smiling, Andrea opens the door back into the park, the sun's sinking rays casting the sky in warm yellows, pinks, and oranges. “The mind is a funny thing, isn't it? C’mon, cutie, let's get out of here. Once we are back at the bench the session will be over and the User will wake us up.”

“Alright, I’m coming. Y’know, in a weird way, Caleb fulfilled his promise and got me a date. This will definitely be an adjustment, though.”

Andrea nods and grabs Evan by the hand, leading him back down the winding path to the bench. “It will, but first WE are definitely going to go clothes shopping tomorrow. I don't mind wearing shorts and tank tops most of the time ,but we are definitely going to need some dresses, panties, skirts and blouses…and of course, actual bras for the girls here.”

Gravel crunching beneath his dress shoes, Evan chuckles. “Hah, well let's take that in stages, I don't get paid until next week and we also gotta get groceries since you ate us out of house and home.”

Andrea puts on a mock-scowl. “Are you really complaining? We are more fit and in shape than you’ve ever been and all you had to do was pig out. Isn’t that the dream?”

“True, it has definitely felt like a dream, in several ways. It still feels strange in some ways, but I'm getting used to the idea. Ah, here we are!” Evan pulls Andrea onto the bench and wraps his arm around her.

Laughing and leaning snuggled into Evan’s embrace, Andrea turns and stares into Evan’s eyes. “I knew you would, but seriously… don't get mad at yourself or the User if you make mistakes. Unlike me, you are both… only human.”

Evan chuckles despite himself. “That was terrible, I'm only laughing because you’re so damn pretty, you know that right?”

“Oh I sincerely doubt that, Mr. Serious. Are you ready? I'm going to send the pulse in 3…2...1-” Andrea finishes counting and grabs Evan's head and presses against him in a fierce kiss and again the warmth spreads through his body even as his vision tunnels into blackness.