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Back in his room, James was left alone with the sizable bags containing
his new clothes. He felt this was a remarkable event somehow - like he
was giving away another bit of his dwindling supply of masculinity. But
he needed to adjust into this new life eventually, he supposed. Sighing,
he reached into the nearest bag and started pulling out the items. There
were a few skirts, tops and various blouses. It was obvious where Dad's
purchases had stopped and Matthew's influence began. There were a few
fairly conservative sweaters and jeans at the bottom, but most of it was
just filled with ultrafeminine and risque stuff. There were tight
tanktops and tshirts, tiny blouses with plunging necklines, stretchy
shorts and some really short skirts. He eyed the items with fright and
disdain. Why the fuck had Dad let this happen? And this Matthew
bastard...ugh. There were painfully few items he would be comfortable
wearing in here.
The next bag wasn't any better. It mostly contained hosiery and socks. At
least the socks were normal. Then again, how do you even make a sexy
sock, he mused. There were also tights in various colors and thicknesses,
kneehighs, thighhighs, god know what else. There was even some black
strappy thing, a girdle? Fuming, he threw the whole bunch of silk and
nylon into his dresser. He peeked into the last bag. Dresses, it looked
like. He didn't even care anymore. He took the bag and stuffed it into
his dresser.
Calming himself, James took stock of the clothes he had left on the bed.
A pair of jeans, thank god for Dad, a long black skirt, a few short
skirts, a few miniskirts, an array of tshirts and tops of various makes,
some cardigans and sweaters. Well, he could live with that, he supposed.
No coats though. A reason to wear his boy stuff, then. Comforted by that
thought, he started packing away the items.
Finished with that arduous task, he caught his breath. He felt a bit
disheveled and dirty after the day's activities, come to think of it,
when was the last time he had taken a shower? He was used to washing only
when his pits started emitting visible stinklines, but a girl's body
seemed to keep itself clean for much longer. Nevertheless, it was
probably reaching its limits. He grabbed the new jeans and took a pair of
boxers from his dresser. These things smelled musty. He sniffed closer.
Yuck. Mom must've forgot to air his stuff out while I was gone.
Frustrated, he inspected the dresser's contents. Most of the stuff in
there would need to be washed. The tshirt and boxers he had on now had
been fine, being on top of the pile, but rest of them weren't really
something he was looking forward to putting on. He took the 2 empty bags
of clothes and stuffed them full of his old clothes. His dresser was
looking decidedly girly now, only bright colors and pastel tones
assaulting his eyes. It even smelled differently.
Well then, he'd have to get right into dressing as a girl, then. He
couldn't really go commando, he had to wear something. He was eyeing the
red and black set, but eventually shook his head. It was extremely
comfortable, but also damn revealing. He'd go with the white set. He
picked up the ephemeral, silky piece of fabric, so different from the
thick and rough boxers he used to wear. After a thought, he also picked
up the bra. His white tshirt was in desperate need of a wash, and was
getting stretched out by now, anyway. It was losing its valiant fight
against James's bust, and he was starting to feel that curious bounce and
jiggle that accompanied his every move. As a fact, he was forced to pick
between a constant and physical reminder of his femininity, or a visual
one. He decided to go with the bra.
He rummaged through his dresser, looking for a sensible shirt. Everything
conservative seemed so small! Well actually, they looked fine for his
body type generally, but those damn breasts...
Most of the nice cotton ones just didn't look like they had the room for
his bust. Not a fault of his Dad, he supposed, they just don't make
shirts like these. And the Matthew's ones...well, the fabric seemed like
it would stretch, at least. Ironic that he would probably have more
success wearing Matthew's slutwear than Dad's sensible stuff. It also
meant that he had a pretty narrow range of things to actually select from
after ruling out the overtly streetwalkerish wear and most of Dad's ill-
fitting stuff. He picked up a light gray top with spaghetti straps and
gave it a pull. Hey, this could work! He eyed the front dubiously, trying
to imagine how it would look on him. It looked par for the course, a
simple gray top made of thin and elastic fabric. It felt soft and smelled
girly. Smelled wonderful in fact, he thought, sniffing it. He suddenly
felt like some perverted peeping tom for some reason, going through
girls's clothes.
He definitely wasn't used to being a girl yet.
He threw the new clothes on top of the things in the bags and carried
them downstairs. The house had settled into the nice comforting routine
he had remebered. Judging from the nonstop string of muffled expletives
and gunshots coming from Mike's room, he was playing CoD like usual.
Maybe James would join him later, he actually missed the game, although
Mike always topped the leaderboards. Mom and Dad were watching some talk
show downstairs, Dad nursing his beer and Mom nibbling on his pretzels.
James smiled quietly, him turning into a girl was not enough to upset the
status quo, everything will settle down sooner than later.
He slipped past the back of the couch on the way to the shower and Dad
asked groggily: "That you, James?"
"Yeah, just taking a shower."
"Heh, didn't recognize your steps anymore. Makes sense I guess. How are
the clothes?"
"Uh, some of it is a bit small. But thanks, I'll manage with them for
now."
His mother suddenly turned halfway and spoke up: "Jamie, have you thought
about school?"
School? Oh right, he's going to have to go to school again!
"N-not really." Shit, so soon?
"Well, I think we need to get you back on track as soon as possible. We
can't afford to have you lagging behind because of what's happened, and
with the exam coming, right? And I bet you want to see your schoolmates
again."
"Sure, mom, it's just pretty sudden."
"Well, your school called, I told them you'd go on Monday. If it's too
much at the start, we can postpone it of course."
"This Monday?! Wow, you're cold, Mom. But yeah, better sooner than later
I guess."
Closing the door to the shower room, James was in deep thoughts, not all
of them pleasant.
He had just started get used to his family of just 3 people, and now his
whole class, no, the whole school at once? He felt queasy with anxiety
and sat heavily on the toilet. Sure, it would be nice to see Patrick
again, and Trevor, and Kate... Well, not Kate. Fuck! He was just getting
around to finally asking Kate out, and now...
Well, no sense thinking about this now, he'll take it one step at a time.
But still the thoughts persisted.
He slowly stripped naked, throwing his stuff to the hamper. As he stepped
into the shower cabin, he again noticed the odd gait he had to affect due
to his wider pelvis and large breasts dragging on his chest. "I won't be
running much anymore, that's for sure." he thought as he turned the water
on. Man, this felt nice.
"Yeah, running...what am I going to do about PE anyway? I'll be on the
girls team from now on, I guess? And I'll change in the...hmm... Will
they let him change in the girl's locker room? I really can't imagine
being forced to the boys's one. I endured daily torment there as a boy,
but looking like this? Fuck! Maybe I can just have a doctor's note and
skip all that..."
He was soaping himself absentmindedly and perfunctorily, barely noticing
the way his nipples stiffened as he scrubbed himself. He also gave a
quick rubdown of the area between his legs, and winced in pain, as the
rough sponge rubbed him in this sensitive spot. James really was rather
more ashamed of this body than enamored with it, steadfastly ignoring it
as much as he could.
James stepped out of the shower, fresh and pink, and toweled off. He
looked at the pile of feminine garments and took a deep breath. The
silken panties felt smooth and cool as he slid them up his thighs. They
clung to him in a tight and comfortable fit, but the way the panties dug
into his butt a bit was still rather disconcerting. "They definitely look
hot," James couldn't help but think, and stuck his butt out a bit towards
the mirror. The thought ended at it's logical endpoint:"They make me look
hot to other men."
Flustered, James stopped posing and picked up the bra. He was getting a
bit more proficient at stuffing his breasts into the massive smooth cups.
And suddenly, all he could see when looking down, were two round and firm
breasts, lifted and smooshed together by the bra. He bounced a bit on his
heels. The breasts jiggled and quivered heavily, and he felt their weight
through the shoulder straps. Looking at the mirror, the effect was
enchantingly erotic even to him. He couldn't resist and leaned forward,
pressing his breasts out and together. The breasts stood impossibly firm
and round, pressing over the edge of the bra. James's male mind was
hypnotized. He twisted his shoulders back and forth a bit, seeing and
feeling his breasts follow and jostle together. There was this smoking
hot teenage girl on the other side of the mirror and James's mind was
going crazy. This extremely topheavy figure with slim waist and thick
shapely thighs, combined with the delicate and innocent face, were
awaking something primal in his male mind. His libido wanted nothing more
than to ravage this youthfully ripe girl. He yearned desperately to give
himself even more of this thrill, and also found the whole act incredibly
shameful. After all, this body was his now, and he was essentially trying
to be attractive to a man, shaking his huge tits and round ass
invitingly.
He managed to tear himself from the mirror and stood red-faced, with a
curious mix of intense shame and weird excitement bubbling inside him.
He felt flushed and there was a weirdly slick tingle in his crotch as he
walked to his jeans.
James steeled himself, still trembling. He quickly grabbed a napkin and
shoved it down his panties and into his pussy, angrily scrubbing away the
slick moisture.
Having calmed his ragged breathing a bit, he pulled up his jeans. They
were tight around his ass, accentuating his round butt and shapely hips.
Not pausing to admire the view, he dragged the top on with enough force
to hear some cracking at the seams. "Fuck! Why does everything I wear
make me look slutty!" he screamed inwardly. The top was no exception,
hugging his flat midsection tightly, and stretching out over his tits,
barely covering the bra edges. The tight fabric pushed down on his chest,
pushing his breasts up as to display them even more. Despite his best
efforts, he still looked like a slutty teenage girl trying to show off
her assets.
Somehow frustrated and pissed off to an extreme degree, he exited the
bathroom. Dad was still watching some action movie in the living room,
Mom had probably gone to sleep already.
As he was going past, he thought he noticed Dad surreptitiously sneaking
glances at James.
"What is it, Dad?" James asked.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Glad to see you like the new clothes."
"Most of yours don't fit me to be honest, and I hope it was Matthew who
bought me most of this junk. So, is this one your decision or Matthew's?"
"Matthew's. I was worried you wouldn't want something so...out there.
Guess I was wrong."
He was clearly looking at James's breasts now.
"Like what you see?"
"I'm sorry, it's just the way you are dressed..."
His look was reminding James of the same hungry look, he had had himself
while looking in the mirror. It brought back the same feelings of shame
and anger. He couldn't really explain why he bent forward much like he
had done before. As soon as he did it, he was mortified.
"Well, that's what I have to wear with this body, so better get used to
it, huh?" It really didn't come out scathing at all.
"Uh, okay, Jamie. I can get used to it." He grinned.
"Just...just fuck off, Dad!"
In his room, James threw off his clothes hatefully, threw himself under
the covers, and fumed there for hours. Everything was going to shit
recently. And his family - they're all fucked up. And he was so
uncomfortable in this bed, and so nervous and angry...
Finally he cried. This was something he had last done as a child, but it
seemed to help.
Eventually he drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
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