Parallel parking on a posh street in the shopping district, Billy fed the meter as Marty strutted about on the nearby sidewalk. Passersby couldn't help but notice the lovely young woman in her cute little pink outfit and white heels, especially with her new noggin in place.
Marty smiled as he noted the men were leering at him, and many of the women looked more than a little envious. "The Missus is the center of attention wherever she goes, ain't she Billy-boy?!?"
"Yeah, well that might have something to do with the fact that there's a withered old fossil's head on her shoulders this afternoon." Billy responded bitterly. "Why are we here?!?"
Marty slipped one of his small new arms under Billy's and guided the muscled young man who still towered over him even whilst taking his new heels into account, and guided him towards a rather elegantly appointed Cigar shop. "I've got a fresh new pair of lungs within this rack, so I'm going to stock up on smokes!"
Billy stopped. "Absolutely not! I will not stand by while you subject my wife to the risk of cancer!"
"I'll only be here for a year, kid. She can go back to doing without the pleasures of tobacco after I'm gone. Granted, she might keep up with it after I give her a taste."
"NO!" Billy was adamant.
Marty smiled as a beep sounded and 20 more days were added to the 385 displayed on his collar, bringing his time as Emily up to 405 total. "Thanks for letting me stick around a lil while longer stud." Marty laughed.
Billy hung his head as his shoulders slumped in resignation. Marty guided him into the shop while chuckling.
"Marty! You made the move!" an older mustached, balding gent in a nice suit stepped out from behind the counter and took Emily's hands in his own, looking over her body from head to toe. "And you did well! Not a bad place to hang your hat!"
"I'm glad you approve, Hersh." Marty laughed. "Getting around on these babies," he gestured towards Emily's fabulous legs, "sure beats my old chair, that's for sure."
Hersh smiled as his eyes fell on Marty's new chest. "The rest of your new digs ain't bad either."
Marty winked. "You can say that again." Marty reached up and cupped his new perky breasts through the white blouse. "Now, I've got no reason NOT to enjoy your wares now. Let's fill a humidor for me, eh?"
Hersh beamed as he took Marty by an arm and led his now petite friend and customer over to the counter. "You always did have an admirable appreciation for the finer things in life. And now you have a fine new life to go along with that!" he chuckled.
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