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Hi I really enjoyed writing part one, so I finally wrote part 2 of what will be 4 parts. Part 2 reads a little different to part 1, as it was difficult keeping up the more conversational style of writing, I hope you don't find it too jarring. If you much preferred the old style I will try to fashion the third more like it. So please tell me which one you like more. Thank you for reading it and I hope you enjoy. An Unusual Day Part 2. By Swishy There I was standing in my lounge room, topless, caressing my vagina. Now that was unusual for a few reasons: 1) No one as hot as me had ever caressed their vagina in this house (since I started renting here, anyway). I highly doubt any woman had ever caressed herself in this house at all, hot or not. 2) 10 minutes ago I didn't have a vagina. I was a man named Robert, watching cartoons on a Saturday morning. Now I am some stunning blonde goddess. 3) I'd never walk around the house topless, as I was ashamed of my previous body, but it was hot outside and my stomach was feeling gross. There was nothing to be ashamed of with this body. Quite the opposite, walking around not totally naked would be a slight at God or whoever else made this magnificent work of art. 4) I'm pretty sure this is the first time any woman had allowed my housemate Andy to watch her practically masturbate before. I felt around the soft folds of my new opening. My gentle fingers being extremely cautious. It felt different. Not necessarily good different, but definitely not bad different. I traced my finger around the outside one of the folds. My eyes closed and mouth opened. This was very different. Andy just stood there, looking amazed. And there were many things to be amazed at. But I couldn't help noticing that all he was thinking about was how impressive my breasts looked as I arched my back. Faced with his predicament I'd hope I'd be able to think about the how everything I knew about science and religion had just been turned on its head, but I must admit these breasts are pretty incredible. Let me give you a quick run down of the day's events so far. I woke up, I turned into a woman, I screamed, Andy woke up, he screamed, he called the ambul.... 'Knock, knock, knock, knock' There was four loud raps on the front door. I suddenly noticed the howl of the ambulance that I usually tune out. Shit the paramedics had arrived! I said something along the same lines to Andy, who unbelievably detached his view from my bosom to stare me directly in the face. He was terrified. "Go answer it!" I whispered, my feminine voice dripping with a lilting soprano panic. Andy stood frozen. "You go," he finally said. I gestured to my semi-naked totally female body, I hoped I didn't have to spell it out. He nodded and headed into the hall, closing the lounge room door behind him. I stood at the door to hear how this would go. The door audibly swung open and Andy didn't say anything. "Did you request an ambulance?" said a stern and concerned voice. This was a simple Yes/No question that if answered properly would be step in the right direction of getting the paramedics away from our house and back to whatever the hell I was supposed to do next. "Yes, I did," stammered Andy through his thick Malaysian accent that I barely notice until he speaks to other people. Strike one, Andy! "Where is the person who needs medical assistance?" Andy, once again, stood silent. 'Say anything, Andy!' I thought as hard as I could, the side of my bare boob resting against the cold wooden door as my ear pressed firmly against it, straining to hear Andy, "Say that it was just a prank! Say that it was a freaking prank!" Hopefully my new transformation came with telepathy powers, I thought. I could learn to live with this enormous rack if I could read people's mind and put thoughts in their heads. "It's ok, she's feeling better." Strike two, Andy! Damn it! No new crazy mind powers for me. I was just a regular semi- naked woman. Thank god for small miracles though, Andy said 'she'. There is no way medical professionals were going to believe I was ever a guy, catching my reflection in the TV even I had a hard time accepting it. Then I heard a few things that scared me- the paramedic saying, "We have to check if nothing's wrong," Andy's feeble attempt of protest and the footsteps of people heading in the hall. Quickly, I thought about the options, the seemingly most logical thing to do was to hide. I quickly ran into the kitchen and closed the door as they entered the lounge room. Andy clumsily mumbled something nonsensical and the paramedics had to try and decipher it. That gave me some more time. 'What should I do?' I could run out the only exit, the front door, but they were bound to see me make a run for it and plus what would a semi- naked woman do next, running down the busy suburban street? I went for the only other choice left. I left the kitchen, ran into the hall, opened my bedroom door and threw myself onto the bed. I laid flat on my back, closed my eyes, and hoped it would go away. Not the best plan in hindsight but a lot of stuff had happened already for a weekend where all I had planned was my usual chess game in the park and a death match of Gears of War with Andy to see who has to do this week's dishes. A cold breeze blew and made my nipples stand erect. An urge to cover them disappeared when I heard footsteps coming into my room. I started wondering if my new body came with the power of invisibility, I tried quite hard to become invisible, and almost fooled myself into thinking I had, when Andy said, "She must have moved herself into her room. See, she looks fine.... OK, thanks for coming. You can go now..." I'll have to keep looking for that special power. I heard the people with actual medical experience tell Andy they were people with actual medical experience, and push past him. I quickly hatched the bare bones of a plan and continued to lay still. "She looks a little flush," said the first paramedic, "What's her name?" he asked Andy. I silently cursed as hard as I could. This was an easy question though, one that couldn't easily be gotten wrong. "Robert," Andy blurted out, Strike three! "Roberta" he corrected himself. Roberta? All he did was put an 'a' on my name! Did he think I looked like a Roberta? Does anyone know any Roberta under 60? No incredibly hot girl has ever been called Roberta! I felt offended; surely looking at me would be enough inspiration for a name I deserve: Angel, Honey, Sapphire... wait, those are stripper names! I may have a body like the best stripper anyone has ever seen but there was no way I was taking a name like that. I see why it is so hard to name your child. Jessica! There that will do. When I 'wake up' I'm going to have a talk with Andy and tell him to call me Jessica next time we're in public... Wait... I don't want a next time! "Roberta," I heard the second paramedic say, as she gently prodded me. I prepared myself for some acting, acting that Andy could definitely learn from. I felt the second prod, and I began. I shot straight up in bed, nearly head butting the paramedic, my bosom violently jiggled back into place, as I gasped. "What are you doing in my room?" I demanded half- panicked half-furious, covering my nipples with one hand. The paramedic tried to calm me and asked if I was OK. "I'm fine! What did this little freak tell you?" I said pointing at Andy. Andy squirmed in embarrassment, I'm not sure if he was acting because it was very believable. "He said that you had suffered a fit of some kind," said the second paramedic as she slowly backed up. I stared at her, a mousy brown bang covering one of her eyes. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, but she wasn't very pretty either. She was stocky and had a fine double chin. Her mouth sat like it didn't smile a lot and there was a trace of stubble above her thin top lip. I looked beside her at me, in the dresser mirror. I was a vision, everything about me from my flawless skin to my full lips was in perfect order and even with of look of anger and confusion my face defined beauty. I was posed like girls in movies who are trying to hide their nakedness, my left hand covering my right nipple and its wrist hiding my left. Staring at my large and perky boobs in the mirror made me think of the paramedic's smallish breasts, underneath her crisp blue uniform you could tell they were lopsided and uneven. Was I getting proud of my tits?!? Snap out of it! "I haven't had a fit. Jesus Christ! Little pervert, I don't know what you're up to," I glared at Andy, "I'm sorry. This guy is a freak, sneaks into my room when I sleep and then watches me. Getting stupid ideas in his head!" I said through clenched teeth. I'm not sure what exactly any of that meant but the paramedics seemed to back away. "I don't know why he called you guys. I'm so sorry but I'm perfectly fine. I'm afraid it was all a prank." I was so caught up in my angry acting with my large hand gestures that I completely forgot I had nipples to cover; as soon as I saw the male paramedic's eyes staring I grabbed a blanket and covered up. The paramedics looked confused and left the room thoroughly scolding Andy as they left. Andy, stumbling, tried to apologize but after the deluded pervert I made him into, anything he said just made things sound worse. I wasn't completely sure what had transpired but it sounded like the paramedic were leaving. I stood and pulled on a T-shirt. Although I was now taller by 2 inches or so, the T-shirt was quite large on me, as it would for any girl wearing a chubby guy's shirt. But I was happy to keep my large breasts hidden even it was just behind a thing piece of cotton, my breasts did press up the T-shirt and stretch it a little, I may be a lot smaller in the stomach area but I was much bigger in the chest section. The drawstring on my tracksuit pants were tied quite tight and they were barely on too. If I ever planned on getting out of the house, I'd need some new clothes. I stared at the mirror again. Man, I'm addicted to looking in reflective surfaces today. The girl looking back at me was beautiful but in addition she was so very sexy. The type of girl that everyone fantasies about, it didn't matter if you preferred brunettes or Asians or Amazonian women, the girl in the mirror had a sexiness that transcended preferences. You could guarantee that almost every guy, everyday would go home and masturbate thinking about her. And I was her. I'm not sure if I wanted to be her. If given a choice between being amazing or average, you'd think most people would choose amazing. Not me. I don't think I can handle being amazing, I'm not sure if I'd even like it. When I was Robert I was the most average person you'd ever meet. And I liked that, as I looked at the girl in the mirror I realized if this was going to last I had have to get used to being amazing pretty fast. "Thank god they've gone! I thought we were done for," said Andy slinking back into my room. I turned and looked at him. He scanned my whole body, starting at my feet and up to my eyes, "Is that really you in there, Robert?" He looked quite deep into my eyes. I thought about the question for a second, was I Robert? I hadn't been able to think for very long since transformation but I still felt like Robert, I still thought like Robert and despite looking like a Jessica I was very much still Robert. "Yes Andy. It's me." He seemed assured and smiled. I fell back on the bed, hurling my head back letting my long hair fly everywhere, "This is so weird. Look at me. Look at me!" I grabbed a handful of my breasts with my hands and squeezed hard. It hurt. "What am I going to do? How did this happen to me? Did some one do this to me?" It was a lot of questions for anyone to answer let alone an immigrant who has only been speaking English for two years. He sat down on the bed, calmly and rubbed my hand. "It's ok, I'll look after you." I sat up, after a very disturbing morning it was good to hear something like that. You know when one good thing goes your way after one hundred bad things, that's usually when you start crying. Well, I did. Not buckets. Just pitiful little sobs. Andy hugged me close and I felt the now unmistakable feeling of my breasts pressed up against something. Andy rubbed my back gently, squeezed me hard and burrowed his face in my hair. What was done out of comfort seemed to take on a slightly sexual undertone. His hand wandered from the top of my back to the small of my back just above my arse. I let go, hoping that he'd get the idea. He didn't. I gave my best, 'the hug is over, thank you' sigh. He relinquished and apologized, "I'm sorry, I hugged a little too hard," he giggled to show it wasn't meant to scare me, "Do you feel any different?" For the second time today I gestured to my body to remind him of the situation. "I know that, what I mean is; are you thinking the same? Does your mind work the same?" I think in his clumsy way he was asking whether I was attracted to men. It wasn't a question I wanted to answer mainly because I didn't want to think about things like that in case I did find men attractive, so I decided to answer the question differently, "I still have all my old memories. I still feel like Robert." "Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?" Andy asked me. Was there? What did I want to do now? Just accept this instantaneous sex change and try and piece a life together? Or should I try and find out what has happened to me? Either way I needed to leave the house and if I was going to do that.... "I need you to buy me some clothes. Nothing too girly, just something that I can walk around town with so that I can buy some more clothes. I don't think I could walk around like this," I gestured to my ill-fitting, unflattering get up. "Yes! I'll do that. What size are you?" Andy had just asked a very stupid question. "I don't know, do I? Again Andy looked at my body, trying to judge was size I was. He didn't have a chance in Hell. His eyes lit up, "Wait here," he said as the leaped out of the room. I didn't have a clue where he was going. But it sounded like he was rummaging around in his room. I stretched a little, wiggling my fingers and toes. This body was in very good shape. I bent down and touched my toes, something that I'm sure I couldn't have done two hours ago. I easily reached them. Utilizing this immense energy I seemed to have I bolted upright, my boobs jiggling and jostling to get back in place. I jumped up and down, feeling weird as they followed me half a second behind, as much as I hated to admit it, I needed a bra. I hummed to myself and my voice was sweet. It's the type of voice that could coo a lullaby or moan satisfied as she confidently rode a man, letting his powerful member fill her aching void.... this was a disturbing train of thought that was luckily interrupted by Andy's return, clutching a 30cm ruler. "I thought I had a tape measure somewhere, I guess I don't. Maybe this will work?" He approached me, ruler in hand and pressed it against my waist. "Hmm..." he said in a voice that was half frustration and half confusion. I looked down at the small Malaysian man trying to measure my waist with a small, stiff ruler. The ruler glided around my waist, while Andy counted the numbers out loud. He finished my waist and confidently pressed the ruler against my boobs. "What are you doing?" I asked. Andy may be an idiot, but he correctly sensed I was angry. "I'm sorry, I was just measuring... I thought you would be need a bra and....." "Yes, I will need a bra, but I think I can do without one for the morning. Just get me some pants that fit and a T-shirt, I'll go in this afternoon and get measured for a bra by a professional, you know, some-one who doesn't use a fucking ruler!" "Sorry, I didn't know you were sensitive about your body. I mean... it's not like its yours." "What?" "I just thought that you would be fine with me touching it. I can understand while real girls don't want guys touching them, but this isn't your body I thought you'd be a little more clinical about it." "Andy, I'm inside this body. This is my body for now, and while I didn't grow up inside it, I'm still attached to it. I'm not going to just let random guys fuck me, just because it's not my body!" "I wasn't planning on fu..." "I know that, I was just saying... I know this body is very interesting but I'm not going to walk around naked just so you can ogle at me." "What's ogle mean?" "Stare." "Oh, you let the ambulance people ogle you." "That's not the same. Plus you let them in! Just go and get me some clothes... if doubt just get something that stretches!" "Stretches... right!" Andy ran out of my room and out the front door. Andy may be an idiot but at least he was fast to get things done. With a determined stride I walked to the dresser and switched on the radio. I needed to get out of my head for a while. I lay on the bed, listening to ads about new cars and cleaning services, and while this was totally mundane it gave me something to think about. I closed my eyes so that I didn't have to look at the breasts rise up and down with each breath I took. I concentrated on every single word the radio was saying. Then it started, the cheesy synthesizer kicked in and the catchy beat began to bop along. I groaned aloud. I didn't need this in my life right now. "Girls just want to have fun" Great! Just great! I grabbed two pillows, one went over my head, and the other flung in the general direction of my stereo. And with my luck, it missed. The song triumphantly continued oblivious of my attempt to destroy it. It was bouncy, it was happy; I was neither of those things. Why wasn't I? I still had my health; in fact I was much, much healthier than I was a few hours ago. I felt energetic and ready to go, I hadn't felt this good on a Saturday morning since I was 10! I shot out of bed, not sure why or what I was planning to do. I stood there looking around the room, abuzz with energy. So, I danced. Why not? I was feeling good and the music caught me off guard. Dancing might be too strong a word for what I was doing, I jumped around, giggling (My once distinctively annoying laugh had transformed into a girlish giggle) swinging my hips and throwing my hands in the air. I used to be too self- confident to dance but now I was trying anything. I jumped on my bed, I rolled on the floor. I grabbed my digital camera and begun taking photos of myself. I held the camera at arms length and began taking photos. Me smiling. Me laughing. Me pulling faces. Over and over. The song disappeared as quickly as it came and the talking resumed. This time I wasn't so interested in what the ads had to say, I was looking at the pictures I had just took. Although I had stared at my image in the mirror a few times, looking at these pictures seem more real than the mirror. There she was, giggling, poking her tongue out. She looked like a very sexy and very happy blonde bombshell. Another 80's song kicked off on the radio, "Wake me up before you go-go." My body began to move, almost involuntarily. I grooved along with the song, playfully tossing my head back. I fiddled with the camera a little and put it down on my dresser. It let out a beep, then another, then another. I gave the sexiest pose I could, bending over, placing my hands on my knees, sticking out my butt and pulling a surprised face. The camera beeped for the final time then flashed. I excitedly ran to look at the picture. Sure, the framing was a little off, but with a little cropping this could be an awesome picture, I looked amazing. I played around a little more, posing more and more sexily each time. I kept going, but I took it further. I pulled off my T-shirt, letting my magnificent bust sway. I posed for the camera, cupping a boob in each hand. Then I raised my hands high in the air and proudly thrust them out. The next step seemed apparent. Slowly and confidently I pulled off my tracksuit pants, letting them drop to the floor. For the first time I was nude. Looking over my shoulder at the mirror, my eyes were treated to an amazing sight. A perfectly formed arse sat atop two of the most sensual legs my eyes have ever seen. My hand kneaded the cushy flesh of my butt and I found it an incredible experience. My mouth hung open, my full lips parted as a moan escaped. I decided to angle myself towards the mirror so that I could see the peak of my femininity. A small tuft of soft, blonde, downy public hair rested gently above what should be described as my vagina. "Wow," was all I said, as a hand went down to explore it. My hand crept over the mountains of my chest, down my taught, flat belly and arrived at the expected gates of immense pleasure. I smiled to myself. 'This is going to be fun,' I thought 'let's see how the other half lives.' A lone finger passed through the gates into the unknown when it happened. I spotted Andy in the mirror. "What are you doing?" I shouted, a little confused and a lot angry. I consciously reminded myself to cover up, my right hand shot across my breasts covering my nipples, which felt quite hard from arousal I could only assume, while my left hand remained at my crotch, although its mission was completely different. I removed my eyes from his reflection and turned to look at the real him. "It's only 8.15, the shops don't open until 9 o'clock. I got halfway to the stores before realizing that." His eyes stared straight ahead, no longer panning over my body. "Well, I was just getting ready for a shower," I falsely claimed, beginning a naked walk to the bathroom. I strode right to my door, which Andy was accidentally blocking. "Do you mind?" I asked, my large breasts inches from his eyes. He gulped hard and stepped aside. I continued to the bathroom, marveling at how my breasts jiggled as I walked. "Robert! I'll just be having some breakfast and then I'll buy you some clothes as soon as the shops open!" Andy called as I entered the bathroom. The cold linoleum caused a sharp shiver to shoot up my spine as I stood on it. I quickstepped onto the furry bathmat, letting the blades of carpet nestle in between my toes. 'What was about to do?' I thought, 'If Andy hadn't walked in would have I explored my final frontier?' The thought of what I had come suddenly repulsed me, a bolt of reality hit me. I shouldn't be enjoying this for a second. I should be using every second trying to get out of this body, not trying to put things inside it. This isn't me. Sure, I was short, chubby and generally unattractive but that's who I am, not some bubbly, dancing floozy. I am not all tits and ass. A quick glance in the mirror at my sexy body seemed to contradict that thought so I threw a towel over it. I reminded myself who I was and prepared for a shower After a quick fiddle of my temperamental taps and climbed inside, the water splashing off me in unusual directions. My efforts with covering the mirror seemed futile as my view mainly consisted of two full and round protrusions heaving as I breathed deep so I closed my eyes. With my eyes closed I assured myself that if I focused hard enough I could turn myself back male. I scrunched my eyes even tighter in concentration and began picturing myself male again. I pictured the hair on my chest returning and those firm boobs shrunk and sagged into my former chest, my pot belly swelling and that weird pussy sealing up as my cock and balls pushed their way out, ready to forget my body's rebellion against them. I concentrated hard. Really hard. Bursting a blood vessel hard. But even before I opened my eyes, I still knew my hard work was fruitless as I could feel water rum down my damp long hair and the water bouncing of those damn breasts. In desperation I grabbed an annoyingly dainty handful of each breast, first trying to push them back into my body and then trying to rip them off. A scream of frustration bellowed from me, followed by a loud sob as I sunk to the floor of the shower, the warm water trickling down my face disguising the tears. For the second time that day I cried, again it wasn't hard or long. I decided something very important as I let the water spray all over this new body, almost like a baptism. I could war against this body, since it was very much attached to me so I had to work with this body. On the other side I shouldn't let this new experience take me over. 'It's a very nice place to visit but I'm sure as hell as I'm going to live here,' I thought. I needed balance. With my brand new epiphany, I dried my body with a new sense of confidence. I stared at the mirror this time around, inquisitively staring at my perfect teeth, or my petite hands or at the jiggling of my boobs as I manhandled them roughly with my towel. Could you tell I was a breast guy before the transformation? I got out the very seldom-used blow dryer and comb as well to work on my new hair. As soon as I was completely dry, or maybe a bit later as I was enjoying the feeling of the fluffy towel on my soft and smooth skin, I walked into the hall, this time avoiding total nakedness by wearing a towel. It was perfect timing as Andy had returned, several shopping bags in his hands. He smiled, he was proud of his victory. Handing me the shopping bags he repeated something I had said to him earlier, "I wasn't sure so I got something that stretches. Sorry if none of them fit, but I took some guesses. I can return all the stuff that doesn't fit." I was glad to see he hadn't let me down. "Thanks, man," I said, "This really means a lot to me." And it did. Andy copes so bad with pressure that I was amazed that he hadn't returned with a chocolate cake and a hammer. "Don't thank me yet, you haven't tried it on." And with that I returned to my room to become properly clothed, Andy followed standing by the door. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should come in, he glanced at me and offered his services, "I'll just stay in the hall, call if you need anything." I peeked in the first bag, it was filled with 4 or 5 shoes boxes. "This must have cost you a fortune," I called out. "Don't worry about it," was the response. I had totally forgot to offer him money to go buy these things, Andy was usually the poorest person I know. Most of the money he spent was on rent, whatever left he spends on the most basic of food items. He would sometimes only eat rice and tinned fruit for days. Often he was late with rent if needed something as simple as a little extra petrol that week, but I always covered for him. I can't believe he had enough money for all this. I skipped over the shoes and looked in the next bag. Although underwear is the first item of clothing you usually put on, it was the last item I wanted to be confronted with. The next bag had a few pairs of underwear, I could feel the soft fabric as I pulled them out. The first pair I pulled out seemed broken, just a tiny bit of red fabric, without much inspection I tossed it aside. I reached in again drawing out the next pair. It was lacy, and very skimpy. It seemed broken too. Where had Andy shopped to buy these undies? I stared at the tag and read something I definitely didn't want to, "G-string." Oh shit! I hastily grabbed the tiny piece of red material from before, its tag also said that terrifying phrase. They weren't broken, that's all there was to these. I tipped the bag out, two more 'broken' pair fell to the floor. When I called "Andy?" I'm sure he knew he was in trouble because it took him a little longer to reply. "Yes?" "Why, pray tell, did you only buy G-strings?" I awaited his answer. How could he explain his sick fetish to see his former male house-mate in arse revealing G-strings? "Well, I thought they would fit easier. Less surface area. More likely to fit better." In twisted Andy logic that made perfect sense. I still wasn't sure if his motivations weren't fetish based but I forgave him. "Oh, OK." I picked up the black lace one because it was the closest one to me. I thought if I thought about it too much it would freak me out. I stepped into it, pulling it up. Where conventional underwear would stop, it kept going, higher and higher. The seductive lace burrowed deep into my crevice, I guess that's what supposed to happen. I stood up and felt it pinch a little around my hips. Just a little to tight. I slid the panties to the floor and kicked them aside. The little red ones were next, perhaps the least girly, the material felt like satin or something of the ilk. Where the black lace ones pinched these sat snugly. The wider panel in the front covering my feminine mound while around back it felt weird. This would take some getting used to. My reflection caught my eye and I looked in the mirror. Clothed this way, made it seem more real, as if I was a real woman, not just a guy playing dress up. I could only imagine how erotic it looked from behind, the t-bar of red fabric poking out from the top of my toned, rounded bum. If only I was male once more and alone in this room with her. Having passed the confrontational underwear portion of the test I was excited to put on the proper clothes on. I reached into the next bag and pulled out something black. They were shorts. Bike shorts. Tiny, little, great-for-staring-at-pretty-girls-working-out-in shorts. I was about to again angrily question Andy about his purchase when I figured out his train of thought. Bike shorts stretch. And they did as they tightly enclosed my ass. Honestly, I might have been happy if these were the underwear but on closer inspection of the bags aside from the tiny G- strings this was all I had to cover my lower portion. I wasn't looking forward too much to the upper half either. I held up the matching black sports top. Again it seemed to stretch, I guess it was lycra or something. It was a little sleeveless singlet, which leaves your midriff exposed, like a little jogging top, not much more than a bra. I forced a don't-freak-out sigh out of me and pulled it on, cramming my breasts into it. I looked down, my boobs a lot closed to each other and a lot closer to my face. This was too small. Stuffing them into this little top seemed cruel, it looked like they wanted to escape out of the top of the outfit. The nipples dangerously close to an escape attempt of their own. I also felt bad for the top. It was for a much smaller chested woman than me but it kept trying hard to keep my bust inside. I decided a consultation with the mirror was in order. The mirror is the teller of truths. You have to trust them, all except the ones who deliberately deceive you in fun-houses. So, after I convincing myself that I was going to look foolish, wearing these too small clothes I knew I had to change my mind when I looked into the mirror. Damn it! I was sexy. Pouring myself into the clothes had only accentuated my already particularly womanly form. I was far too sexy to go outside, 'or am I?' thought a small part of me secretly thrilling in my overpowering sensuality. Feeling a weird mix or pride and dejection I picked my sock, pulling them on and picking up the medium sized running shoes, at least they weren't high heels. A good pick because they fit, quite well. I stood up, tossed my hair back and went to face Andy. If he dressed me like a tart, he was going to have answer for it. Andy's face only confirmed what the mirror had informed me. His mouth hung ajar, I swear a speckle of drool began to roll down his lip. I sneakily leaned forward, cheekily allowing him a better view of my remarkable cleavage. "You're not wearing the T-shirt?" he asked. T-shirt?! I didn't see a t-shirt! "There's a T-shirt?" I inquired, shocked. "Yeah, I got it free from the shoe store. It's white," he pointed back in the room. I sighed a huge sigh, my tightly bound breasts heaving as I did. "I thought you had just bought me this as a top," I gestured to the tiny item of clothing that was working quite hard. "No, it was the closest thing to a bra that I could buy without knowing cup sizes and stuff." I went into the room and rooted around the shoe store bag, there at the bottom of the bag, under a shoe box was a small white T-shirt, just as Andy had described. I pulled it over my head and my body. I instantly felt less naked. It was still a little snug, pointing out that I had an impressive rack to anyone who looked at me but at least it wouldn't cause car crashes like my itty bitty jogging top would have done. The mirror told me, that this girl was severely sexy but only a little bit slutty and that was an improvement. I could go outside dressed like that. Good! I could finally start looking for some answers. I noticed my mobile phone and picked it up. As a lot of people these days I didn't have a watch and used my phone to check the time. I had a new text message, which I opened. It was from a private number. It read, "ENJOYING YOUR PUSSY, BITCH?" All of the fun of this unusual day was gone. STAY TUNED FOR PART 3 SOON!