“Hey neighbour… beautiful day eh?” Tracy said as she rubbed her hair and smiled over at me.
“It most certainly is.” I replied with a matching smile.
Tracy had moved in next door six months ago, and for the moment I’d introduced myself, had been 100% pure bitch. She had some kind of goth emo thing going, always frowning, never coming outside unless she had to, and to top it off an incredible ability to look down her nose at you even when she was six inches shorter than you.
Fortunately, that was changing, not by her own choice, but due to her overconfidence.
When I’d said I was a retired mainframe software engineer she’d scoffed, calling me a dinosaur and not worthy to call my self a software engineer compared to her modern agile microservices based solutions.
That had ticked me off a little, just because I didn’t use all the buzz words she liked didn’t mean I didn’t know a thing or two that she didn’t. The mainframe gig was just because it payed better than some script kiddy website designer, not because I wasn’t up to date.
It had taken a bit to get into her systems, it wasn’t like she was completely useless or anything, but a slightly out of date firewall was all I needed to get my malware into her network and do it’s work.
It wasn’t fast, it had been a good four months since it installed itself and it had only just gotten her to move past her dark phase into something a little… lighter.
I had to admit, I hadn’t expected her to come out as well as she had so far. Sometimes a complete change of style didn’t always work out, but the new Tracy was even prettier than the old one.
“Going to get the mail? Wants some company?” I asked as I walked over to her and she nodded and then settled in beside me as we walked down the street to the mailboxes.
“Thanks.” she said as we walked, “It’s… nice, to have someone to walk with… you know… in this day and age, for safety’s sake.”
I nodded and put on a serious face, “Oh, no problem, I know girls… I mean women… have to careful these days with all the bad men around.”
I watched her face shine at being called a girl for just a moment before a pout formed as I corrected myself.
“Yes… gi… women shouldn’t have to worry about those kinds of things.” she replied.
“Well good thing I’m here then, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
Her smiled returned and she looped her arm through mine then leaned in close, “Yeah, good thing!” she replied and then a dreamy look crossed her face and she continued, “I don’t have to worry about anything when your around…” she finished and let out a big sigh.
It seemed like as good as time as any, so I slipped my arm around her waist and she let out a little coo and an actual giggle as we walked down the sidewalk.
When we arrived at the mailboxes she separated herself from me, moved down to her box, opened it and stuffed her mail into her backpack. I opened my own mailbox and simply grabbed the few items from it and held them in my hand.
Tracy slipped her backpack on, looped her thumbs under the straps and bounced over to me, “Thanks! Gotta go… see yeah!” she said in a chipper voice and then bounced away, swaying her ass with each bounce.
I slowly followed her back, taking in the show and wondering how much longer it would be. A month, maybe two?
Well however long it was, I wasn’t in a rush. Besides, it was a lot of fun watching her slowly shift father and farther away from who she had been.
When I arrived back at my door, a delivery truck was just pulling up. A man jumped out and dropped a package off at Tracy’s doorstep, took a quick proof of deliver photo, and then drove off.
I shuffled around for a moment, pretending to read some of my mail, until Tracy opened her door and picked up the parcel.
“Something interesting I hope?” I called out as she did.
She looked over at me, then down at the parcel in her hands, then back to me and blushed, “Oh… it’s nothing… just something I ordered online.” she replied and then quickly stepped back into her house and closed the door.
I chuckled and shook my head, I knew it was a nice thick pink dildo, I had complete access to her browsing history after all. She’d visited the order page a half dozen times before finally completing the purchase.
I opened my door and started to whistle a jaunty little tune as I walked in and closed the door behind me.
