A Girl's Best Friend

"Where are you going?" Charlene asked. "You aren't in your bum-around clothes."

"Going shopping with a friend." Ryanna's cell rang. "And that's probably her checking to make sure I'm coming."

"Cool. Have fun. Get some decent clothes for a change." Charlene rummaged in a cupboard. "And quit hiding the coffee on me."

Ryanna looked at her phone; the number was the same one Luscious had called from before. She answered. "On my way."

"See you there, honey." Luscious disconnected.

When Ryanna got to the mall, it took her a few minutes to spot Luscious—or rather, Jimmy—in the crowd. He looked like any other guy, except for the brown eyes and snub nose Ryanna remembered from the party. She would have hesitated to approach him in case she was wrong, but he saw her and called, "Girlfriend, over here!"

Ryanna went over to him. He wore men's jeans and a tight T-shirt that accentuated his chest. A chest that had no sign of female breasts. "You look, um, different."

"Wig, falsies, and a little hide and seek in the lower region can really change a guy." Jimmy winked. "Come on, honey, I got here early and made sure the nail place would be able to get us right in. They're waiting."

Ryanna had never had a manicure or pedicure before, but quickly decided she wanted another as soon as possible. It was relaxing having someone work on her feet and hands while she just sat, chatting with Jimmy. She was surprised that none of the workers found it odd for a man to have his nails done, but apparently in the age of metrosexuality, nothing was unusual.

When they left the salon, she and Jimmy knew much more about each other, and she had matching dark red fingernails and toenails. Jimmy's fingernails had only clear polish, but his toenails, hidden in socks and shoes, were bright purple. "I can't believe you got your toenails done that color," Ryanna said.