So, Eric's now on the run from both Fat Steve and.... The Job Centre!?
Accompanied by a stranger who wants an unknown 'favour' from him it seems our young Eric is going to need a disguise, and a good one at that....

Eric just sat looking at his toes, whilst playing with his thumbs.

“My name's Ian by the way” said the mysterious man driving the van.

“Oh right cool, my name's Eric”

“Yes, I know”

“Wait. How did you-”

“So here's the plan,” Ian seemed to be avoiding the matter, “I'm leaving this city forever, and I need a companion to help me out a little.”

“Help you out in what way?” questioned Eric.

“Well, you see, this city is just so corrupt, this Fat Steve character has almost complete control over everything!”

“What? Surely he would've been kicked out by the government or something by now?”

“That's the thing! The government are just letting it slide.”

“Well.... that still doesn't answer my question though.” Eric was keeping one hand on the handle of the door, in-case he needed to make another run for it.

Ian pulled the van over and placed a hand on Eric's shoulder. He was a rugged man, in his late twenties, he had fairly long blonde hair with untamed stubble across his face....
But what Eric noticed the most was his muscles. No he's wasn't gay or anything, but if things got nasty it would be helpful to have a bloke of his stature around.

“Look” Ian was beginning to sound surprisingly comforting, “You need a disguise yes? Well I know a guy.”

“A guy?”

“Yes, a guy.” Ian repositioned himself, facing forwards.

It was beginning to get light again, they had been driving for over 5 hours, Eric could only assume it was around 4:00am.
Ian flashed his headlights twice, and only then did Eric realise they were parked adjacent to a small car.

“What's going on?” asked an admittedly scared Eric.

“Shhhh” whispered Ian.

The small car copied the notion by also flashing it's headlights a couple of times.
Ian then stepped out of the car without any further word to Eric, though he could see the silhouette of the driver of the small car was doing the same.
Eric presumed he was to wait in the car and thus could hear nothing of the conversation between the two men, so he decided to lay back and rest his eyes.

Eric woke to see to men towering over him, one was Ian, the other presumably 'The guy'.

Now, you can forgive Eric for expecting 'The guy' to be a shady character, perhaps a wall of muscle, so it came as a shock when the first words he heard were:
“Well hi there handsome!”

Nope, it wasn't a chick, it was one of those overly gay guys, you know the type; blonde highlights, straightened hair, tight clothing, the whole get-up.

Eric tried to contain his laughter, “H...H....Hi, i'm E...E...Eric.”

“Aww bless he's all shy, now if you want to take my hand i'll take you to my lair”

“Your lair?”

“Mmmmhmm!”

Now Eric really couldn't contain his laughter as the car pulled up to the so called 'lair'. How fitting that a man of his nature would be.... yes you've got it, a salon owner!

“Is there something you find funny about my place of business, Eric?”

“No, no, sorry sir!”

“Alright then,” the man shot evils at Eric, “i'll see you inside”.

As he galloped into the salon, Eric turned to Ian, “Ok man, what the actual hell?”

“This is my guy”, shrugged Ian, “He's going to disguise you!”

Eric nodded unsurely.

“Don't worry about the costs, it's all on me, just like the plane tickets.”

“Ok, but why do I even need a disguise? I mean, if i'm leaving the city anyway....”

“Because Fat Steve is more powerful than you could ever imagine! He WILL track you down young Eric, and he WILL make you pay!”

“Well, surely if you're paying for all this, you could just lend me the  £500 I owe him, it would save us a lot of time and effort!”

“BECAUSE!”, Ian realised he was shouting at the poor boy so lowered his tone, “because, Eric, I need a favour from you, and more importantly Fat Steve will have different plans for you now that you tried to escape from him.”

“Different plans?”

“Let's just say.... he's not afraid to pull a trigger on someone he hates.”

And with that, Eric ran into the salon.

The salon owner, who Eric found out was called Sammy, hovered over Eric; rubbing his chin whilst pondering. “Okay, now this Fat Steve guy, he like, he is super powerful so he will track you down easily.”

Eric gulped.

“Unless! We can get you a good enough disguise!”

“O....k.” Eric replied.

“Eric. How would you like to become Erica for a little while?”

Eric's eyes grew large, “W...w....what do you mean?”

“What I mean is; you need a full-proof disguise Eric, and this is the best disguise I can offer you.”

“I....But.....How would you make me look like a girl?”

“Oh i'm very good Erica, just you watch.”

Then, without even giving his consent, Sammy started stripping Eric.
He then proceeded to cover Eric's naked body with shaving foam and started to shave off his manly hairs.
Next he painted both his finger and toenails and filed them into perfect almond shapes.
Then he covered his face with all sorts of foundations, Eric barely got a word in, Sammy was in the zone, he was just a blur.
Sammy then threw Eric into a chair and started putting eyeliner, mascara and lipgloss onto him.
Next he placed a brunette wig over Eric and started pulling at it whilst messing around with a hairbrush.
Eric couldn't even get a chance to observe his new face and hair before he was thrown into a closet, where Sammy held multiple outfits against him before choosing a short, black dress with a v-neck, specially designed panties that hid any *cough* manly bulges, and a pair of low heel, sparkling red shoes.
He quickly pushed Eric over to a large jewellery box, well really it was more of a chest, and clipped a set of hooped earings onto Eric's ears, a bracelet onto his right wrist, and a silver necklace with a cross on the end hung delicately over his chest.

Sammy took a moment to observe his work before handing a large box to Eric.

“W...w.....what is it?” asked an overly confused Erica.

“Open it.” Sammy sounded awfully chuffed.

Erica opened the box to find a set of.... boobs?

“Put them on under your bra, they're very special — they adapt to the colour of your skin and you can actually feel them if anyone where too...” Sammy winked, “touch them”.

After Erica had put her fake breasts in place, Sammy handed her a handbag and a suitcase packed with spare clothes.

“Okay, are you ready to see the new you?” Sammy led Erica towards a large mirror, with both his hands over her eyes.

“I guess....”

Sammy released his hands from Erica's eyes, and she could only stand motionless in shock.
Before him stood a beautiful brunette, with a pretty face, and an admittedly sexy body.
Eric was just thankful that he was wearing the special panties, meaning his full-scale erection couldn't be seen by Sammy.

Sammy clapped his hands, “Ooooh the boys are going to go wild over you!”

Erica walked out of the salon, after thanking Sammy and paying him the large costs with Ian's money, with a handbag over her shoulder, and the suitcase in one hand.

Ian was sitting on the bonnet of the van gob-smacked as the new girl paraded out of the store. “Woah! Ma'am let me help you with that.” he took the suitcase from Erica's soft feminine hand and placed it in the back of the van.

“Th....th.....thankyou” she stuttered.

TO BE CONTINUED....