Reggie was about to tell the petite busty brunette to go fuck off, but he realized just who it was.
The bespectacled girl wrinkled her nose. "People keep callin' me that!" she pouted. "My name's Dilly!" She stamped her foot in irritation, making her big tits wobble and bounce.
"Maybe you should get a collar or something with your name on it," Reggie suggested. It seemed that being transformed into a cock-hungry would-be drag diva hadn't diminished his mean streak.
"Ooooh, like a doggie!" Dilly's eyes lit up. "That'd be perfect. Then everybody would like, know me."
Reggie giggled at the girl's utter simplicity. "Y'know what, I think I will go with you two."
"We should buy batteries," Cheryl reminded them. Reggie glanced over at the redhead. She seemed oddly intent on the subject. His eyes fell to the device dangling from her wrist strap. It touched off a memory of his, something he couldn't quite place, but
he was sure it was important.
"Okay, c'mon," he said. The three of them sashayed through the mall, gathering strange looks: A petite, curvaceous girl wearing ill-fitting boy's clothes, a boy who strode like a supermodel on a catwalk, and a redhead cradling a camera. Anyone who looked
twice could see she was going commando. They passed by several shops.
"I guess we could hit Radio Shack or something," Reggie said thoughtfully. He considered how many batteries a handjob would get them... but they halted in front of another store. They saw mannequins in the displays wearing latex dresses and leather masks,
while others were dolled up in frothy, lacy lingerie.
"Or we could stop in here," he grinned. "I bet they supply batteries." He dragged the two into the fetish shop. All three of them giggled like schoolgirls as they looked over the selection of dildoes, vibes and toys, playing with them until the clerk cleared
her throat. They quickly bought some batteries and loaded them into the transmogrifier before they got kicked out.
"We should come back later," Dilly giggled, biting her lip.
Cheryl nodded as she loaded the device with a stack of AAs. The transmogrifier beeped as it came to full power again. Reggie sighed. He saw a few things that he wanted, but they were all for girls built like pinup models.
"How about a picture?" Cheryl asked him. "You know, like 'Before and After'? This can be the 'Before' shot." She lifted the 'camera' and clicked the button. It flashed.
Reggie blinked. He didn't FEEL different, and he certainly wasn't DRESSED differently, but...