Emma comes walking out of her workroom, stretching and yawning. She was so absorbed in what she was working on that she forgot to stop to grab some lunch. She enters the kitchen and spots Reggie (aka Sporty Spice) in a sports bra and short shorts making a sandwich. Out of all the group members, Reggie dressed as Sporty Spice even when they weren’t performing.

Reggie had many of the same facial features as Melanie Chisholm (Sporty Spice). He had to use makeup and other tricks to look like Melanie
Chisholm, whereas she didn’t because she was lucky enough to be born like her idol. She also knew Reggie was very athletic and lived a healthy lifestyle.

“What have you been up to, Baby?” Reggie looked at their baby doll as she came walking into the kitchen.

“Working on a dress for Peter. Have Kevin and Frankie gotten back yet?” Emma walked to the refrigerator to see what was available to make a sandwich.

“Not yet. So, how did last night go?” Reggie knew Emma went out with Mickey last night.

“Oh, it went very well,” Emma says the last with a purr in her voice.

A smirk appears on Reggie’s face. He knew Emma had been enjoying her new neovagina since she had the surgery to become female.

“Oh, that sounds like you two had serious sex last night.” Reggie takes a sip from his smoothie.

“We did. How did things go for you and that guy you met last night?” Emma remembered the hunk Reggie met at the club.

“He was very nice, and we had sex until two in the morning. I left, came home to change, and went jogging while you were working in your workroom.” Reggie had spotted the workroom door closed and heard music from Queen playing.

Emma finally found some luncheon meat and cheese to make a sandwich with. She makes a note on the master shopping list they keep on the refrigerator. Peter said he was going to go and do some shopping.

“So, how long do you think the two of you will stay together?” Emma knew Reggie didn’t have a good record with keeping boyfriends.

“Hopefully, he’s a keeper. He likes that I look like Sporty Spice, and our group honors the Spice Girls.” He was surprised by that statement when his boyfriend said.

“Well, I hope we get other gigs than Spice Girl gigs. We need to expand our repertoire.” Emma couldn’t believe she was saying those words.

“I’m shocked. You’re their biggest fan, and your whole identity is based on Emma Burton.” Reggie was shocked by the words that came out of Emma’s mouth.

“I know, but she suggested I make a name for myself outside of singing. You know how much I love designing and making clothes. Also, she said that one day she might need me for something special.” Emma loved the conversation she had with each member of the Spice Girls, but they all suggested that she should build a life outside of singing as well.

“Is that why you design clothes? To have something other than singing?” Reggie has known Emma for a while.

“Partially, but I love fashion. Also, it’s hard to find clothes that fit people like you and me because of how our hips and bodies are built. I want to design clothes that fit people like you and me.”

“Well, I’m grateful for these shorts and the others you modified for me. I do have one favor to ask you. If I describe a dress I want you to make for me, can you do it?” Reggie has been having images of a dress he would like to have made and wear.

“Sure, since Kevin and Frankie aren’t back yet. Why don’t we do it after I finish my lunch?” Emma was feeling hungry.

“Cool, and thanks, Emma.” Reggie was happy that Emma agreed.

“Anything for a Spice Girl.” Emma bites into her sandwich.

A smile appears on Reggie’s face as he continues his actions. He wonders when Kevin and Frankie will be back. He knows that when those two queens get together, they could cause some trouble.

Later in the evening, Kevin and Frankie show up just as Peter cooks dinner. Both men were shit face and singing some pirate ditty. They had a bunch of bags with them as they came stumbling into the house.

Peter looks at the other two members of their group “what have you two been up to?”

Frankie looks at Peter “arr. We’ve enjoyed some brew with our new friends at the pub.”

“You two might have had too much to drink.” Peter could tell that both men were slurring their words.

“You can never have too much, brew.” Kevin plops down at the dining room table.

Emma came walking into the room and saw how shit face Kevin and Frankie were. She shakes her head and figures they must have had a good time. If they had to play tonight, there would be no way they could with the guys like they were. It took too much work to get Kevin looking like Scary Spice, and the same applied to Frankie to get him looking like Posh Spice.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to perform tonight.” Emma looks at both men with a disappointed look on her face.

“What’s got your diaper in a twist, baby?” Frankie looks at Emma with a silly look on his face.

“Frankie, no one knows you guys are the Spice Girls. We need to be careful when we aren’t performing.” Emma knew the paparazzi here in England, is worst than in the states.

“Don’t worry your little blonde head.” Frankie smiles at Emma.

Emma shakes her head as she helps Peter sever dinner. Her mouth starts watering when she smells the food.

Frankie and Kevin only eat a little bit of dinner before heading to bed.

Emma looks at Peter “this is really good.”

“Thanks. It was one of my mother’s favorite meals.”

“She has good taste.”

“I think so.” Peter smiles at Emma.

Reggie helps Emma helps put the leftovers away. The rule in the house was if one person cooks, then the rest had to clear the table and put everything away.