He could not wait to meet his friend. He moved as quickly as his feet (really his new heels) could take him, each step more and more confidently as he got used to these heels and this new body.

It felt strange to him, feeling how different things were now. Each brush of clothing, each movement, each blast or warm air from a store or a quick burst of wind lit up his senses, and he could not help but love each and every new feeling. The only thing he didn't like was the stitches and the pain around his neck but he knew that was a necessary evil. After all, that pain was impossible not to have and those stitches were what joined his head onto his new womanly body.

He hoped she liked his new body. Why she had wanted to have his he'd never actually know, but it wasn't his place to question that, especially given his situation.

He finally saw his friend and gave a quick wave, putting up a small, demure hand as his pace slowly. His friend walked over, a big grin on his face, and soon they were no more than a pace apart.

"I think you like what you see." He said to his friend. His friend just smiled more.

"I'll take that as a yes. Well, let's go. I think I know what you want to do, and yes, I can do just what you're thinking!"