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I woke up at 5:00 AM. I didn't think the old Chinese guy was going to be opening up the shop until at least 8 AM. Possibly 10 AM. I had some time to kill and I figured a run would be a good use of my time. I was still wearing the skort and sport's bra. I wasn't sure if I should change back into my clothes from yesterday or wear what I had on. I walked into my bathroom and looked over at the scale. I may as well get this over with I thought to myself. I stared at the number in disbelief. 132 pounds. That couldn't be right. That really better not be right. The lighting in the bathroom was still mostly dark. I turned on a light in the bedroom and it gently washed into the bathroom. I looked at the mirror while the light illuminated me from behind. My hair was down to the tips of my shoulders. My waist was tiny and my thighs flared out with a feminine shape. I had felt something unusual with my chest this morning as well. Glancing up it was as I feared. I had breasts and they were marvelous to look at. At least Bs, if not Cs. The sport's bra didn't completely cover them up either. I had cleavage that ran up the middle of my chest like an unwanted crack in a damn. I stared at myself in the mirror for some time in disbelief. Then I turned on the light in my bathroom hoping that more light would change things. I hoped in vain that it would show the old me. It did not. In fact, it did the opposite. It made me realize that I looked even more feminine than I did yesterday. Also, there was another part of myself I had not checked. Oh shit. My hands went to the flat front of my skirt that covered what made me a man. I slowly and gently moved my hands to the front of the skirt. The material had laid flat, shaped by my legs, without showing any bulge just as it did last night. I told myself that the skirt being flat this morning didn't mean anything. If I was no longer a man, I didn't want to know yet. I slid my hands outward to the sides of my hips. Then I slid them up and down feeling myself. These were definitely not the hips I was born with. These were some extremely sexy hips and I think they were even better than my ex's. What the hell was happening to me? I couldn't believe it. I was in the body of the woman from every dream and fantasy that I ever had. I slid my hands very slowly back the front of my skort. The material still taught between my perfectly toned thighs. With my hands now centered, I slowly pushed inward. My hands touched something that didn't feel familiar, yet it didn't feel out of place either. I decided that I didn't need to confirm what I already knew. Not right now. Right now I need to distract myself and then go see the old Chinese guy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stepped out onto the street. The sun had not risen yet and the air had a crisp coolness to it. I felt chills through my body and knew that I would be warm once I started running. I knelt down to give my shoe laces a double check and realized that my nipples were poking through the sport's bra. They looked amazing and I was not surprised at all. I was getting used to being constantly reminded that I was in a woman's body. A body that was at peak physical condition and majestically perfect in every way imaginable. I knew when the sun came up that I was going to have a hard time with the attention I was going to get. I would not be able to see the old herbalist in my current outfit. I would need to find something to cover myself with. Something modest. Something that would keep the men from drooling on me. I started running and I found that it cleared my head. I was no longer worried about all of these female characteristics I suddenly had to deal with. I was not longer thinking about all the changes to my body, in spite of my youthful breasts bouncing around the confined space the sport's bra provided me. Nor was I distracted by my new narrower thighs that went back and forth effortlessly as my elongated legs gracefully laid out in front of me anchored to my hips that twisted back and forth powering my run with the elegance that only a woman's body possesses. I wasn't thinking about how I may be stuck in this perfect body the rest of my life. Nor was I thinking about the fact that my mind was still as entirely male as it was before any of this started. I was only thinking about my ex while I ran. I must have gone at least ten miles before the sun started to cast its light on the new day. I spent the entire time thinking about my ex's exquisite body and the body that was now hosting me. As perfect as my ex was physically, she was still human. She would tell me what her insecurities were. Stupid things like fat ankles, or how her elbow bones looked from certain angles. Mile after mile I recalled all of these stupid things she worried about with her body. With every thought came my own self reflection and an examination of this body. Running up some stairs I looked down at my ankles and they were not fat. Running past store windows I looked at the reflection of my elbows and they were not awkward at all. If I did see something that I thought was an imperfection, when I went to look at it again it would be gone. This body was still reshaping itself to be perfect. As I passed the ten mile mark my heart rate didn't seem like it was elevated enough to be getting a workout. So with the sun cresting on the horizon and people starting to notice my very revealing attire, I accelerated and sprinted home the remaining four miles. I kept running faster and faster and all the while I thought about how my ex couldn't dream of keeping up with me now. I walked into my place and grabbed a glass of water. I wiped the sweat off my body and was still amazed at the perfection that I was looking at. The human body is an incredible machine and when it's running at peak proficiency, it's tantalizingly gorgeous. There was no way I was going to step out of the house in this outfit. That's when I noticed Leslie's tracksuit was laying on my couch, begging me to take it for a walk outside. I needed to clean myself up before wearing any clothes. I had to take a shower and I was looking forward to doing that in this new body I suddenly found myself in. I took the sport's bra off and my perfect breasts firmly bounced a celebratory dance to their new found freedom. I paused momentarily before taking my skort off in the bathroom. I had not checked for a change with that one last part of my body. Of everything that has changed with me, I wasn't going to be surprised by what I was going to see, or feel. However, there was some small part of me that was holding out hope that I was still there and that I had not gone past some sort of point of no return. I knew that I was never going back, but seeing would be believing and I wasn't sure how I would handle it. I slid the skort down to the ground without looking at myself. I looked straight ahead in the mirror and looked at my beautiful feminine face. My face was perfect. My skin was soft, eyes big and lips that would make a goddess jealous. My ears were not pierced and my fingernails not painted. I suppose some things I would still have to provide for myself. I got the shower water to the right temperature and stepped in. The water hit my new body and hugged every delicious part of it on its way to the drain where it must have wished it could start the journey over again. I grabbed the soap and started lathering myself. First my face and then my neck. I slowly worked down my body. My shoulders and arms were next. Then my hairless armpits. I took my time with my breasts and nipples. It felt even more amazing than I anticipated and I was savoring every part of it. Then I washed my waist and lower back. I washed the outside of my perfect ass and made sure to thoroughly wash the crack as much as I could without going too far down. Then it was time to realize what was to be realized. I put some more soap on my hands and I started working up a lather. Then without hesitation I started washing what I knew was my new defining sexual characteristic. I washed all around it and was careful not to get the soap up into myself. Then I washed my legs and finally my tiny little feet. I shampooed my shoulder length hair and rinsed it thoroughly. Then I double checked that I had washed all of the soap off of the rest of my body. Feeling satisfied that I had washed this body to the best of my ability, I stepped out of the shower and dried off as much as I could. I then wrapped a towel around my hair and another towel I tied around myself, just above my breasts. I found some lotion that my ex had left behind and I covered myself in it. It remember it smelled amazing on my ex. It smelled even better on me. I wore some of my ex's old panties that I had stashed away. I only kept the sexiest of panties and this new body looked like it was built to model them. Unfortunately I didn't have any bras from my ex. In the bottom of the bathroom cabinet was my ex's blow-drier. I managed to blow-dry my hair with my brush and it turned out fantastic. At this point I was starting to get used to how everything I did made me look beautiful. I'm sure if my ex had left any makeup I would have ended that streak. I put on Leslie's track suit and it hugged every part of my body that needed to be hugged. I put my running shoes on without socks and took one more look through my closet for old clothes. I found some oversized sunglasses and laughed at my fortune that they matched my outfit. I looked in the mirror and nothing seemed glaringly wrong. I didn't have anything wrong with my clothes and my hair looked just fine. If you didn't know me, you would never believe that I was a man just a few days ago. In fact, I was starting to have my own doubts. This was really an impossible situation I found myself in. It was unbelievable and I was starting to doubt my own perspective on this whole situation. I walked out the door at 7:30 AM. I was about a thirty minute walk from the herbalist's place of business. I enjoyed the walk to his office. I was getting a lot of looks from men, but none of them spoke to me. I started noticing that there were a lot of women's shops I had previously overlooked. When I got to the guy's shop I wasn't surprised that he had not opened yet. The hours were posted and he didn't open until noon. I had four hours to kill before I could get him to reverse the changes to my body. Four hours in this amazing woman's body that will soon be in my past. An impossible memory I would have that nobody would ever believe. I realized that I should probably consider how to spend these last four hours very carefully. If I do get my old body back, then I will never have the opportunity to get my nails done, or go clothes shopping, or even lingerie shopping. Suddenly four hours didn't seem like much time at all. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My stomach gave a cute little growl and reminded me that I still need to eat food. I had not eaten anything yet today and I was surprised that I didn't feel hungry after running so much. I started walking around and eventually found a breakfast cafe. I got myself into line and noticed that the men were pretending not to stare at me. Some of the women as well. I pretended that I didn't notice and examined the menu. "I'll take a number two with a glass of water." "You got it." The man behind the counter was acting cool. It was a little too overstated and I found it rather amusing. Was he doing that for me? I gave him some cash, picked up my water and walked over to a nearby table. My food was ready pretty quickly and I ate it up pretty quickly. It was now 8:30 and I had three and a half hours left in this body. I walked down the street window shopping. I came across a clothing store that was having a big sale. I had not forgotten that I wasn't wearing a bra. The tracksuit I was wearing wasn't doing a good job of containing my chest or my nipples. A bra was my top priority. Walking into the store the saleslady greeted me with a smile. I asked if they had any bras and she directed me where to go. I was a little disappointed that every bra they had was styled in some sexy provocative way. Some of them didn't seem to do anything but give support from the bottom, leaving the front without any material at all. I eventually found some styles I liked, but didn't know what size I should get. My ex wore a 34B and that's what I decided to try first. I asked the girl at the counter if I could try it on and she showed me to the changing room. The bra fit around me well enough, but the cups on the bra were simply too small. Did that mean I needed a 34C? I put my clothes back on and walked out of the changing room. "Did the bra fit you well?" "No. It was a little small. I think I need to try a larger size." I couldn't believe I was in a women's store buying bras. Now I was complaining about them being too small. "What size do you usually wear? Can I get it for you?" My normal size bra? A couple days ago I wasn't wearing bras. I didn't have a size. I've never been measured before. This was all new to me. "Um, I'm not exactly sure." It occurred to me that it's very common for women to get boob jobs. I could play that angle. "I've had some changes recently. I'm not really sure what size I am." "Oh. Okay, no problem. Would you like me to measure you?" The idea of getting measured for a bra was enticing. It would be nice to know what this body's dimensions actually are. "Yes. That would be great. Thank you." The saleslady grabbed a measuring tape and asked me to hold up my arms. She wrapped the tape around my new ample busses and measured me at 34 inches. "You were right. You're probably a 34C, but maybe a 36B depending on the bra." Okay. Now I knew my bra size. "Okay, thanks." I had bigger boobs than my ex. "I'll grab you a few bras that you can try on. I'll bring them to you in the changing room." I walked into a changing room and took the tracksuit top off. I looked down at my breasts in amazement. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Was I really trying on bras? This should have me more freaked out, but I was rather enjoying myself. The saleslady handed a few bras over the door to me. I thanked her and looked at the different sizes. There was a part of me that thought if I had boobs, I may as well have big boobs. I tried to push that desire out of my mind and I grabbed the smallest cup size bra available. The first bra I tried on was a fairly modest cream colored bra with large cups that would cover the majority of my boobs. It had little bows and lace trim that reminded me it was nothing a man would wear. I wrapped it around my small waist and positioned the clips in front of myself. I had watched my ex put on enough bras that I knew some of the tricks for wearing these things. I then put my arms through the should straps and slid the bra up. The cups of the bra didn't cover all of my protruding breasts. This made my breasts appear larger than they actually were. "This white 36B seems a little small." "Yeah, I thought so. Come out here and let me get a look at it." I walked out of the changing room with this unfitted bra awkwardly wrapped around myself. "See. I think it's too small." "Yes. That will not work for you. You need something bigger. Try the red one." I walked back into the changing room and removed the ill fitted bra. I laid it over the top of the door and grabbed the red bra. The sales lady took the white bra off the door as I started wrapping the red bra around my waist. The bra was mostly lace that had a repeating heart shape throughout. It also had some satin bows like the previous bra. I put my arms through it and slid it up my body. It felt a little tight around my boobs, but I wasn't sure if that was how a bra was supposed to feel. I walked out of the changing room while adjusting my breasts. This bra still didn't feel good. "Hmmm. I think that one may be a bit small too. That bra does run small though. Let me get you one in a different size to try on." Back in the changing room I took the bra off. Once again I exchanged bras with the sales lady as we both placed a bra on the changing room door. I looked at the size of the bra. It was a 34D. Was she being serious? "I don't think I'm a D cup. You sure about this?" "Yeah. It's just the bra manufacturer. They tend to exaggerate. That happens a lot with lingerie." Did she just say that? That happens a lot with lingerie. I thought about my ex and how she probably had to go through this same situation. It may have been easier for her to find a good bra since she had smaller breasts. I wasn't one of those guy's who was into big boobs, but I wouldn't have minded if she had bigger jugs. Big boobs simply looked great on women. I never mentioned that desire to my ex. I knew better. I just kept that secret desire all to myself. Now I was in the situation of having to deal with bigger boobs. At least they would look good. I clipped the 34D bra together in front of myself and slid my arms through it. I pulled the bra up and my breasts seemed to fit into this bra better. I walk out of the changing room making adjustments to the bra. The saleslady took over from there. She walked behind me and started repositioning the straps over my shoulder. She said to lean forward and moved the bra down and then up. My breasts fell perfectly into the bra. I could feel my breasts resting in the bra. It felt different than the sport's bra that simply squished the boobs back into my chest. The lady started making some adjustments to the shoulder straps. I could feel the bra tugging around my body as she adjusted the fit. The shoulder straps had a subtle downward pressure I could feel. Otherwise I couldn't feel anything else from the bra. I looked down at my chest and was the cleavage was still working its way up my chest. It seemed bigger in this bra. "How's that feel?" I didn't know how to answer the question. I didn't have any bra experience. Part of me was worried should would figure out that I really wasn't a girl. I knew that anyone who looked at me would never believe that. Maybe I still had male mannerisms, but nobody would ever think I was anything but a woman. Not the way I looked now. "It feels okay. Better than my sport's bra." The saleslady laughed. "Anything feels better than a sport's bra." I laughed as well. She was right. That sport's bra may have done an okay job of holding these boobs in place, but it wasn't the most comfortable thing to wear either. "That's a bigger bra than I measured you for. I'm going to measure you again." The saleslady wrapped the measuring tape around me again. "Yeah, weird. Guess I messed up the first time. I've never done that before. You're definitely a 34D, or a 36C." Did she mess up the first time she measured me? Or did my boobs grow while I was trying on the bras? I guess it didn't matter. I was going to be walking out of this place with D sized breasts supported by a bra. "Did you want to try on some other bras? Now that I know your size I can get you some more bras to try on." I wasn't sure what to do. I was hoping that I wouldn't have breasts in a few hours. But I also knew that I might not turn back into a man overnight. I might need a couple bras while my body changes. "Okay. I guess I could a couple bras." The sales lady went over to where the bras were and started grabbing different styles for me to try on. While she was doing that I was examining the bra that I was now wearing. The straps that went over my shoulder did not touch my body between my breasts and shoulder. I had loved how that happened with toned women with big boobs. It just drew my eye to their ample breasts and I couldn't stop thinking about how attractive the women looked. Upon returning to the changing room the saleslady started handing me bras one at a time. "This one is on sale and it's a decent bra. It comes with matching panties." I was handed a black bra with pink trim. The front of the bra didn't cover much of my boobs, but it seemed to do the job of supporting them. "This one is also on sale. It may not give the most support, but it's flirty and fun." I wasn't sure that I wanted clothing that was flirty and fun. I never imagined I would be buying a bra that was described that way. The bra fit me pretty good. I wouldn't have described it as flirty or fun. I would say it was one of the sexiest bras I've ever seen. I would have loved to see my ex wearing it. I would have loved to see any woman wearing it. "This one is really sexy." "Yeah. I thought you would like it." I loved the bra, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to wear something so sexy. It was bad enough I had to wear a bra. Wearing something so sexy seemed like a step too far. Why did I have to tell her I thought it was sexy? Now she thinks I want it. I needed to find a way to tell her that I didn't want it. "I doesn't fit me well. I should try another bra." "Nonsense. That's the same manufacturer as the other bra you like. You don't have to be shy. Come out here and let me adjust it for you." I wasn't sure what to say, so I walked out of the changing room. The saleslady immediately went to work on the bra straps. Once again I found myself leaning forward and then back. My breasts were now perfectly supported. "Look at yourself in the mirror." I looked over at the full length mirror and I was once again stunned by what I saw. My dream girl was standing in the mirror wearing one of the sexiest bras I've ever seen. She had big boobs that floated above a tiny waist that was so thin you could see muscle definition. Under that was a pair of form fitting tracksuit pants that didn't do much to hide a perfect ass. "Wow." It was all I could say looking at myself. "I knew you would like it. I'll get you the panties. You're an extra small, yeah?" I was still lost in the image of the woman in the mirror. When I looked at her big soft eyes she looked back at me. She looked like she was little confused and overwhelmed by something. She was the same as me. She was me. I was her. "Yeah, um what?" I asked as I came back into focus. "You're an extra small, yeah?" "Yes, I suppose so." "Okay. These panties are stretchy if you're not. You can't return them after you try them on." I thanked her and went back into the changing room. I took off my ex's panties. I decided that I would wear the panties that matched the sexy bra I was wearing. There was no reason not to match. The panties were very light, soft and stretchy. I slid them up my legs and over my new body parts. I slid my fingers on either side of the panties and adjusted ensuring there were no wrinkles. I tried not to think about the mound and slit that was where my male organs used to be. I reminded myself that I was going to get this reversed and that I shouldn't focus any negative thoughts on my temporary situation. I should try to enjoy this, as it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. With my bra and panties already on, I slid the tracksuit pants up my legs. The low-rise waist revealed a perfectly fit tummy that was framed by a tiny feminine waist. I put the tracksuit jacket on and zipped it up to the top. The saleslady greeted me as I walked out of the changing room. "Do you want to get anything else? We have some super cute dresses on sale. We also have some tops over here. In case you wanted to wear a top with that outfit." She was right. I had come into this store wearing only the tracksuit and some stolen panties. I needed more than a bra. I wasn't going to be able to wear this jacket all day. I then realized at some point Leslie was going to be asking for her tracksuit back and I didn't really have anything else to wear. I figured I would need to get a couple days worth of clothing while my body changes back. I didn't even know if my body would change back, but I didn't want to consider that possibility. If it took longer than two days for my body to change back, I could always make these clothes do double duty. The saleslady started showing me some tops. "This rack and the one over there have all the sale items." I was looking through the sale rack and decided that I didn't like anything. The clothes on sale were all very sexy and form fitting. If I wore those clothes with this amazing body it would draw extra unwanted attention from men. I needed to keep a low profile and blend into my surroundings. The last thing I wanted was to dress provocatively. I started looking at the clothes in the rest of the store and noticed that the prices were staggeringly steep. Then I had another realization. I wasn't sure if I had enough money to buy the clothes I needed. I had no problem being able to afford these clothes. My problem was that I had to use cash and I wasn't sure I had enough cash with me to buy everything I needed. I certainly didn't have enough cash to buy the regularly priced items. I wasn't going to dare to try using my credit cards as they had my male name on it. I didn't even have any ID, or anything proving who I was. The realization that I had no proof of who I was started to make me worry. I needed to figure out something to ensure I have access to my bank accounts and get a drivers license. I didn't even have a birth certificate, or social security number. I didn't have much of a choice about what clothes I was going to buy. I checked how much money I had and realized I didn't bring my ATM card. I walked back to the sales rack and started looking for the cheapest items. "How much are the bras and panties? I only have $73 in cash on me." "I'll be happy to check for you. Give me just a minute." Looking through the sales rack I noticed there was a correlation between the amount of material used in women's clothing and the price. I didn't want to buy anything that showed a lot of flesh. All of the tops they had were very sexy and I would had loved seeing them on women. Unfortunately I was now that women and it wasn't as excited about the tops as I was before. "The bra and panties are on sale for $20 each. So you're looking at $40, plus tax," the saleslady tells me from the other side of the store. A couple women enter the store and start browsing. The saleslady diverts her attention to them. $40 for the bra and panties. Plus whatever the tax is going to cost me. Shit! That leaves with me less than $30. I didn't see many tops for less than $30. The ones I saw that were under $30 were much too revealing. I walked over to the other rack the saleslady said was on sale. The good news was that the clothes here were on clearance and a lot cheaper than the first rack. The bad news was that they didn't have any tops. Even worse news was that they only had dresses in this rack. I sighed. I didn't have any real choice in the matter. I remember the saleslady saying I was a size 2 and that's where I stared. I found a couple size 2 dresses that were $20. I grabbed them both. I also took a size 4 dress in case I didn't fit the size 2. I was then off to the changing room. I took off the tracksuit and was now only wearing the sexy bra and panties. I picked out a couple size 2 dresses I could afford. I wanted cover myself as much as possible and I didn't think these dresses were going to be much help with that. The first dress I was trying on didn't have any zippers, or buttons. There wasn't a lot of stitching on it either. It was the classic little black dress that I loved seeing women wear. I remembered how great my ex looked in that style of dress. I was thinking this new body of mine would probably look better in dresses than my ex's amazing body. In order to wear it, I would have to step into it and slide it up my body. It was made of a stretchy material and it stretched itself all around my body. I walked out of the changing room and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a swimsuit model who was going to go to some expensive nightclub who would tease all the guy's in it with her perfect body. The dress had thin should straps that I placed over my bra straps. The front was cut so that it showed a good bit of my cleavage. The dress hugged my body all the way down to the middle of my thighs. The bottom of the dress was stretchy and it hugged my legs however I was standing. "You look amazing!" said the saleslady. She had wandered back to the changing room. I glanced at the other women and they were pretending that they were not looking at me in this stunning dress. "Thanks. It's a bit too sexy for my taste. Do you think it's too small?" I genuinely didn't know if the dress was too small. It was hugging every inch of my perfectly shaped body. Was the dress supposed to do that? "Oh my god, honey. That dress fits you perfect. You have to get it." "We'll see. I didn't bring enough money to buy a lot of clothes." "That's okay. Try the other stuff on. I'll see if we have anything else you might want." I thanked her and went back into the changing room. I squirmed my body around as I carefully slid the little black dress off. I picked up the other size 2 dresses and started to put it on. This dress was a bit smaller and more detailed than the dress I had just taken off. This dress was white with a red flower print all over it. It had shoulder straps that I placed over my bra straps. The top of the dress was designed in such a way that it needed extra material for the breasts. There was extra material used along the trim that made the material flare out and draw your eye. This was an extremely feminine look that went all the way around the top of the dress, including the straps that went over my shoulder. There was also a single little bow that was sewn into the dress right where my cleavage started. It drew the eye to my chest, where I had magnificent mammaries that sprouted from my chest overnight. The dress didn't stop there though. The waist had some elasticity to it and it wasn't shy about clinging onto my new smaller torso. The dress was also a little shorter as it stopped at the top of my thighs. That same trim was used on the bottom of the dress and it was merciless in its feminine presentation. I looked like I should be skipping to a picnic. I was only missing pigtails tied up with bows. I knew I didn't want this dress, but I still had to see what it looked like. I had gone this far and it was one of my only two options. I walked over to the full length mirror in the changing room and stared at myself in disbelief. I couldn't believe how feminine this thing made me look. There was no mistaking me for a man. There was mistaking me for anything but the perfect physical female form. "Oh you look super cute in that. It also goes better with your shoes," the saleslady flatly stated. My shoes! Shit. She was right. I couldn't wear that black dress with my running shoes. That would look really weird and possibly cause me to get a lot of negative attention from women. I needed to blend in and this dress with all its frilly trim and its lack of coverage over my breasts was my only real option. Besides, I would have to get high heels if I was going to wear the little black dress. I didn't have enough money to get shoes. Plus I had no idea how to walk in heels. I went back into the changing room and I put the tracksuit back on. I zipped up the top so that it covered my cleavage. I took the dresses to the saleslady who was waiting for me at the register. She told the other ladies she will get back to them in just a minute. "I have decided to get this white dress. I am not getting the others." I hand her the dresses I had taken from the changing room. "Okay," she said with a smile. "I love that white dress on you. You look amazing in it." "Thanks," I said. I did look amazing in it. Too amazing. I considered that I should probably wear it later today before my body starts to change back. I may was well get as much mileage from it as I could. It wasn't like I was going to be stuck in this body forever. The lady rang up my purchases and the grand total came to be $67. Perfect. I had five dollars left and I decided that I was going to stop for a hot tea at a coffee shop. My shopping trip at the clothing boutique ended up taking one and half hours. I didn't realize I had spent that much time shopping. That meant I had only a couple hours left before the guy's shop opened. I drank my tea and considered my options of what to do for the remaining two hours. I found that a lot of men did look at me, but not one of them did more than stare. This realization made me feel a little more comfortable in my body. What I started to notice was that that women were looking at me differently and not in a good way. I didn't like how they were looking me over and giving me subtle disapproving looks. They were just jealous of me and this amazing body I was temporarily stuck with. However, their looks made me consider if I was doing enough to present as a woman. I realized that I didn't have any jewelry. My nails weren't done and my hair was still lacking any sort of style. I also was aware that while my face was quite a bit more feminine, I was still a little androgynous. I remember looking at myself in the mirror at my apartment and I was shocked by all the classic female characteristics I had. I had a smaller feminine nose, much bigger eyes, and supple lips that looked incredibly sexy. But the rest of my face still wasn't as feminine as it could be. I wondered if the other women looking at me were noticing my lack of having a completely female face. I thought about how my ex looked and she was gorgeous. She had a thin narrow jawline and high protruding cheekbones. Her forehead was smaller and rounded. Even her eyebrows had that very specific feminine arch that always caught my eye. Here ears were dainty and I wondered how they could hold the dangling earrings that she wore. As I was hyper focused on my ex's facial characteristics that my new body was lacking, I instinctively started scratching the different parts of my face and head that started itching. Maybe I needed to take another shower, or maybe it's something in the coffee shop that is giving me a reaction. I decided at that point to go home and retrieve my ATM. I was going to take out some cash and find something to do before I see the old guy about returning me my penis and the rest of my body. I giggled briefly at that thought. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I unlocked the front door of my apartment and I walked in. I looked over at the clock my ex left on the wall and I had an hour and half left before I would be able to talk to the old guy. I walked into my bedroom and I grabbed my ATM card out of my wallet. I thought about how I couldn't take my wallet with me now. I had been using the pockets in the tracksuit and my running shorts to hold my key and money. That was not a good long term solution. I needed to get a purse for all my stuff and surprisingly it didn't bother me that I came to that realization. I guess having bought bras, panties, and a dress made me get used to the idea of buying all this girl stuff. With a purse I would be able to carry more of my stuff and I wouldn't need to keep coming back to the apartment. With my decision made to buy a purse, I then focused on my clothes. I didn't want to ruin Leslie's tracksuit. I didn't even have her permission to wear it and I already went out wearing it. I decided that I would wear my new dress and fold up her tracksuit for when I can give it back to her. I was still wearing the sexy bra and panties from the store. I didn't change into the more conservative lingerie set that I bought. I put them in the washing machine and spun the dial to delicate. Standing by my laundry machine in my bra and panties I put on the white dress I just bought. I walked into my bedroom and glanced at myself in the mirror. The dress was just as sexy and form fitting as I remembered. I noticed that my face had gone through some more changes from this morning. My appearance was still changing. I didn't dwell on it that much since I would be getting the reversing potion, or whatever the guy had to fix me. With my ATM card and key to my apartment in my hand I locked the front door and walked out to the street in my brand new outfit. There was a big chain store not far from my house. I figured I would be able to walk there in five or ten minutes. This dress was quite a bit more provocative than the tracksuit and I tried not to think about how it made me uncomfortable. I was actually thinking that any woman who looked like I did would want to wear clothes like this. They looked amazing and they should be proud of the way they looked. I only had the body for a couple days and I was already starting to get used to walking around in it myself. On my way to the store I stopped off at the ATM and withdrew $300. That was my daily limit and I figured I should probably start pulling out as much cash as I could since I didn't know when I would be back to my old self. Was it going to be two or three days, I wondered? Maybe a week? I thought about what it would be like living in this body longer than a couple days. What if I was in this body for a week? What if I was in this body longer? I would eventually have to masturbate and see what this was like. Shit. I didn't even think about anything sexual. This body is entirely female and I hadn't thought about the possibility of anything sexual yet. I started to feel weird and I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. I wasn't going to have to worry about that yet. However, I was open to the idea of playing with my new parts all by myself tonight, or maybe tomorrow, before I changed back. I had this amazing body and it would be a crime not to explore and pleasure it. I felt something stir inside of myself and then it passed. I wondered if that was some girl hormone thing that happened when you think about sex. I remembered at that moment that I needed a purse and that I had stuff I wanted to do. I didn't need to spend all day thinking about masturbating. I'm sure my ex didn't do that. I'm sure she thought about having sex with dudes all day. Walking into the big store I went directly to where they had the purses. I found a cute little purse that had a thin shoulder strap. It wasn't very expensive since this store wasn't the boutique that I was at earlier today. I was about to start walking to the checkout line, but looked around at all the other women's clothing departments. They had tops, bottoms, dresses, bras, panties, and so many shoes. They had so much at this store and I had so little at my apartment. I reminded myself that I was not going to be staying a woman for more than a couple days and that I was only there to get a purse. One hour later at the checkout line I was paying for my new purse, a pair of black 2" heeled pumps, red patent leather flats, an assortment of colored thigh-high stockings, a black lacy garter belt, a little black dress, a pair of jeggings, some tights, a pair of skinny jeans, hot pink yoga pants, a v-neck top, some other tops in assorted neutral colors, a few bracelets, a couple necklaces, some clip on earrings, rings, an anklet, some scented lotion and its matching perfume. I was able to get all of that for under $150, because there wasn't an item on sale that I didn't look at. I walked back to my apartment smiling the whole way while carrying these large bags filled with all my new stuff. Back at my apartment I put on my anklet first and it had little bells that you could barely hear, only if you were closely paying attention. I put on a necklace and the bracelets. I put on a couple rings, but not on my wedding finger. I wasn't married, nor was I planning on it. Not this girl, I said to myself with a giggle. I kept my white dress on, but changed out of my running shoes. The red patent leather flats worked well with the dress. The flats even had a bit of a heel, but not enough that I worried about walking in them. I put on the tan colored stockings that had a bead of silicon on the top that kept them in place at the top of my thighs. I was pretty happy with how I was dressed, but that just made me more aware of my hair's lack of styling. I checked my phone for nearby stylists and there was one on the way to the herbalist's shop. Perfect. I'll stop in really quick and get something done to clean up my look. I was getting sick of the occasional glances the women were giving me. They had no idea what I've been going through and I figured getting my hair done would be the path of least resistance. I walked into Color Me Awesome and said that I did not have an appointment. They said they take walk-ins and said it shouldn't be too long before someone could see me. This was a full service salon. There were a lot of women getting their hair colored and I didn't think I would have the time to do that. Getting my hair done would probably mean I wouldn't show up when the guy opens his shop. The cashier came over to me and said that someone wouldn't be available for another hour. I was pretty bummed out since I was hoping to do something with this hair. The cashier told me that there was an open spot at the manicurist and I would get my nails done while I waited. She obviously saw how neglected my hands were. I said that was a good idea and I thanked her for the suggestion. "What color do you want? Do you want gel?" the manicurist asked me. "I don't know. I was thinking red." It would match my shoes and the red in the dress. "Do you want gel?" "Is that what they use on the fake nails? I guess I'm okay with getting fake nails." I figured if I was going to get my nails done, I was going to go all the way. "No, gel is the finish. It's stronger than regular nail polish. If you want fake nails, you probably want to use gel polish on it." "Okay. Sounds fun. Let's do that." "Great. Let's pick out your new color." The manicurist directed me to sit down at a station and brought over a large box of nail colors. All of the nail colors were beautiful. When I looked at the red colors I decided that they were a bit too striking. My eyes were drawn to the pastel colors they had. I finally decided on a pink color that I thought looked nice and wouldn't stand out too much. The manicurist started cleaning my nails in preparation for the fake nails. "How long do you want your nails to be?" When in Rome I thought to myself. "I would like them long, but not crazy long." "What style do you want? Coffin, square, oval, or something else?" She was directing my attention to a sign on the wall that had the different styles I could choose from. I had no idea, there were so many options. I didn't want to get anything boring, but I also didn't want to get anything too wild. My eyes fell on a style that seemed to be just right. "The squared oval, please." The manicurist cleaned up my nails before using superglue to put very long nails on my fingers. The nails were entirely too long, but the lady explained that she would trim them down to the right size. After gluing the nails onto my fingers she started mixing something up in a small bowl. I asked what it was that she was making and she must have figured out that this was my first time getting my nails done. She explained that she was preparing the acrylic that they used to coat the fake nails. It would make my nails far less likely to break. She trimmed my nails to a long length that I thought would be nice. Then she artistically placed the acrylic paste on top of my nails making them very thick. Giving them time to dry she started preparing the pink nail polish I had picked out. When my nails were ready she artfully painted on the nail polish and even painted the tips. Then she had me put my hands under a device with LED lights between coats. She finished off my nails with a shiny clear coat that made my nails pop. I was amazed at how great my nails looked. I would probably have to come here in a few days to get them removed when I changed back into my old self. I didn't mind that, because having these nails was a treat that I didn't think I would enjoy as much as I did. They did make using my fingers a lot more difficult. "Do you want a pedicure too?" I really did want to get my toes to match, but I didn't think I had the time. "Yes, but I don't think I have the time before my haircut appointment." "Hang on," the manicurist said and she walked over to the hair stylists. They spoke quickly and the lady told me that they would wait for my pedicure. I hopped onto a big comfy chair and placed my feet in a warm tub of water. The lady washed my feet, trimmed my nails and painted them the same color of pink to match my fingers. Again she did many coats including a final clear coat that made my toes sparkle. I bid my cute little painted toes farewell and I put my red patent leather shoes back on. The stylist was waiting for me. "What kind of haircut would you like?" the stylist asked as she started examining my hair. "Have you been growing your hair out?" "Um, yeah. I have been letting it grow out. I'm not even sure what style I want to get. Do you have any suggestions?" "You have beautiful straight auburn hair. You also have a gorgeous face. I think we could go with a more basic style that frames your face and shows off your feminine features. You're lucky. You don't have anything we need to hide." I blushed. She was right. I did look perfect and I had nothing to hide. I could do anything with my hair and I would look spectacular. "Do you have any pictures of the style you're talking about?" "Sure do." Without moving she pointed to a picture that was on the wall directly in front of me. The lady in the picture was gorgeous and her hair was spectacular. It fell down either side of her face like a waterfall where it then took on a slight curve that made the hair lay gently on her collarbones. "Oh yes. That's beautiful. I would love to have that haircut." For the next thirty minutes the stylist worked on my hair with a focus and precision that I never experienced with any previous haircut. As she was finishing she fluffed my hair around and every time my hair fell back into place. The haircut was amazing and it made me look even more beautiful. The only thing I was missing at this point was makeup, but that seemed to be a bigger challenge that I would have to overcome another time. With my long pink fingernails I struggled a bit to open the zipper on my purse. Eventually I was able to get it opened and pay for all the work I just had done. I looked at the time on my phone and realized that it was 1:00 PM. The shop would be open by now and I could find out how to reverse these changes to my body. Walking through town with my new hair, nails, and completed outfit I didn't get as many weird looks from the women. The men were still giving me a lot of looks and one of them tried to start a conversation with me at a crosswalk. I told him that I had an appointment I was late for and apologized for needing to leave. I wasn't sure if he had the balls to ask me out. He seemed very nervous. I wondered how often that happened to my ex. I wondered if she flirted with the guys at all. When I got to the herbalist's shop I double checked the address and walked in. The old guy was sitting in his chair and he looked me over thoroughly when I walked in. He clearly didn't recognize me. "Hi. I was here the other day and I am having a reaction to the herbal remedy you gave me." "You did? Are you sure it was my store? I don't recognize you." I wasn't surprised he didn't recognize me. I didn't recognize myself. "Yeah, that's the problem. I was here a couple days ago. I asked you for help losing weight." He had a confused look on his face and then his eyes opened really wide in surprise. "I didn't know you wanted to be a woman!" "No. I don't. I wanted to lose weight. But ever since I used your herbs my body has been changing." "No. That's not right. Something is wrong. Have you been visualizing yourself as being skinny, or have you been visualizing yourself looking like... like... like this?" "I visualized myself being skinny every day." "Did you visualize yourself looking like a woman? Even a little bit? "No. Not at all." I didn't want this! "But I don't understand. The potion makes you look like the way you visualize... The things you imagine in your mind," he said pointing at this old head. Then it hit me. I wasn't just thinking about how I would look skinny. I was thinking about how my ex looked. I was even thinking about how I would have improved on her looks. "Oh my god. I was thinking about my ex girlfriend. She's gorgeous. Her body is-" "No! Stop! No, no no. Don't think about her, or her body. That's the problem. You need to think about the body that you want." "Yeah. I'm not sure if I can do that. I haven't been able to stop thinking about my ex girlfriend for two months." "Well you need to stop, or you're going to be stuck like this." "Stuck like this?" A fear that had been brewing in the back of my mind was starting to come to the surface. I always assumed that he would be able to change me back. Anytime I even started to think that he wouldn't have an antidote I quickly dismissed the thought. "How... how long do I have to change back?" "How long ago did you take it? The potion is five days. Six days if you're lucky." I had to think about it. The last few days have been so crazy that I was losing track of time. "I think it was three days ago. I drank the vial with hot water three afternoons ago." I stared at him. "Two days." He was speaking very quickly now. "You have two days, maybe three." "Yeah. Two days." I was going to have to turn back. I probably wasn't going to be able to wear all of my new outfits. I would have to figure out how to get my new pink fingernails removed. I could shave my head to get rid of this haircut. "You have two days left. You need to decide what you want to look like. You can still be whatever you want, but time is running out. If you think about beautiful women all day, this is what you turn into. You need to think about the kind of man you want to be. Look at your old pictures, or get some magazines with men. Look at this all day. Think about the body you want." "Yes. Shit! I mean, yes. I will do that." I started walking out the door trying to think of the closest place that would have magazines. "Don't think about women!" he said to me as I was walking out the front door of his shop. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I knew where there was a big bookstore that sold all types of magazines. It was a few blocks away and I was walking with a brisk pace. I had to hold my purse next to my body as I walked. I needed to get rid of this purse. I needed to get rid of all the feminine things that I was wearing. I couldn't believe I spent the day dedicated to making myself look like a woman. What was I thinking? I could feel my breasts moving around from the fast walking pace I was using. The jogging bra would have held them in place a lot better. They didn't bounce around this much when I was running in the jogging bra. Now I was wearing a sexy bra that the sales girl told me didn't provide as much support. I was getting a few people looking at me walking in this hurried pace. I decided that I would walk a bit slower so that my breasts wouldn't move around as much. My body had a natural wiggle when I walked. It was very similar to my ex's walk. I loved watching her walk, but I shouldn't think about that. I can't think about that. I needed to think about how I used to walk. I didn't remember anything about it. It was just walking. What did I look like? Whatever. It didn't matter. I was going to get some magazines with handsome dudes and I was going to stare at them until I was fixed. In the book store the magazine rack didn't have anyone looking. I had it all to myself. I looked at what they had and there were a couple of men's fashion magazines and a whole bunch of body building magazines. I grabbed a couple of each and gave a quick glance at the other magazines looking for something else that might help me. I saw they had a pornographic magazine for women. I kinda chuckled for a moment, but I had second thoughts. I figured I would be able to get a hot body with the magazines in my hand. But I needed to make sure that I got everything back and I figured having some pictures of men's cocks at my disposal would be prudent. So I grabbed a couple porno mags and paid for everything with cash from my purse that I struggled to open with my long pink fingernails. Having a handful of magazines in a bag made me feel a little more relaxed. Everything was going to be okay. I only needed to spend the next couple of days at home looking through these magazines at these pictures of hot guys. That made me giggle. I guess things could have been a lot worse. I walked into my apartment and put the magazines on my coffee table. I wanted to change into a new outfit before I started looking at all of these magazines. I didn't need to wear this sexy form fitted dress. It was counter productive to my mission. I was definitely going to change into something more neutral. Maybe my skinny jeans and a v-neck top with my full support bra. I started to think that the 2" heels I picked up would go with that outfit. My doorbell rang. Oh shit. Who could that be? Nobody would recognize me like this. I clicked on the intercom button. "Hello?" That would confuse them. If a girl answered my bell, people would think they got the wrong room. Only problem was my voice wasn't entirely female yet. I had a deep voice for a girl and a high voice for a man. "Hello? Is this room 203?" a woman's voice asked. She must not be able to tell if I was a man or a woman. I decided that one more change wasn't going to make a difference. Besides, I needed to get rid of this person. I concentrated my thoughts on a girl's voice that was very high pitched. I figured if it only halfway worked it would still give me a convincingly female voice. Besides, I loved women with high pitched voices. I didn't mind thinking about how attractive their voices sounded. I could feel something change with my throat, then I spoke my response. "Yeah. Who's this?" I spoke a much higher pitched voice. Excellent! I was able to change my voice immediately. I had a lot more control over my body's changes than I thought. This was good. "Hi, Susan! I didn't recognize your voice. This is Leslie. I was in the neighborhood and I wanted to pick up my tracksuit." Shit! Leslie from a couple days ago. She won't recognize me now. I look totally different than I did when we met. Specifically these big 'ol boobs I have hanging off the front of my body now. I looked down at my boobs and realized that this dress did anything but hide them. I didn't have a jacket I could cover up with. "Susan, can you buzz me in, please?" Shit! I had no option but to buzz her in. I looked at the long pink fingernail that was on my finger that buzzed Leslie into the building. I wasn't going to have time to change into something more conservative. I opened the door and waited for Leslie to appear. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leslie was all smiles like she was when we first met. "Hi, Susan! How are you? I'm so glad you were home." I stood to the side as Leslie walked into my apartment. I closed the door behind her and locked it. "Hi, Leslie. Yeah, I just got home actually." "Oh? What were you doing? I love the dress by the way." More smiles. "I was um, shopping. I picked up this dress," I said. There was some truth to that answer. I wasn't going to tell her that I was requesting an old Chinese witch doctor turn me back into a man. "Yeah. That dress is adorable. You also look like you, um... picked up something else," Leslie said while she was bouncing her eyes between my eyes and my breasts. "Yeah... I'm not sure how to explain this." I was being honest for a change. "Don't worry. My friend had a boob job and she went from an A cup to a D cup. She was bouncing around the next day like nothing had happened." Leslie had just explained away my biggest worry. I had no idea that happened with boob jobs. "Yeah. These things are quite a bit bigger than I wanted." I was framing my boobs between my hands now. As if Leslie wouldn't know what I was talking about. "Well, you're a special situation with your past and all that." I looked confused. I wondered what she knew about my past. "What do you mean?" She lowered her voice. "With the breast cancer. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I won't mention it again." Back to smiles. "Oh... yeah. That's right. The breast cancer. I'd rather not talk about it, thanks." This would give me an excuse to not have to talk about all these dramatic changes. Wait until she sees me in a couple days. "I can't believe I left my tracksuit at your house. When my mom texted me I was in a panic and wasn't thinking. I hope it wasn't a bother." "Oh, no. It was no bother at all." I thought about how lucky I was that she left it behind. It gave me something to wear before I was able to get some women's clothes of my own. The tracksuit was actually really cute as well. In hindsight I rather enjoyed wearing it. I might pick up another one. Maybe wear it before I change back. "Hey, I've got some free time. If you don't have any plans I thought it would be fun to do some yoga and talk about the upcoming race." She was all smiles again. I had forgotten I promised to do the race with her. I wasn't sure if I should continue this charade, or play along for now. I figured it would be easier to just play along for time being. "Yes, I'm looking forward to the race. I love the idea of having a running buddy too." "Oh goody. Me too. What DVD do you suggest we use?" "DVD? What do you mean?" What was she going on about? "Yoga DVD? You did want to do that? Or we don't have to, it's not a big deal." Leslie was back pedaling from her request to do yoga. "Oh... sorry. I'm being an airhead. Yes, yoga sounds like a lot of fun. I'm going to go change real quick," I said before heading off to my bedroom. All of the clothes and other feminine things I purchased this morning laid upon my bed. I had not put anything away. I quickly found my hot pink yoga pants. I took my red patent leather shoes off and then removed my dress. I glanced at myself in the mirror and paused for just a moment as I took in my perfect body in sexy lingerie. I was going to miss looking at this amazing body and one more hour of yoga wasn't going to derail anything. I slid the yoga pants up my creamy soft legs and pulled them up. They were high waisted yoga pants, but I rolled the top down to show off my perfect waist and cute little belly button. I rummaged through the shirts I bought and found a light grey cotton shirt that would be cool and flexible enough for yoga. I slid it over my head and past my breasts. The shirt snapped around my body and it wrapped itself around me with a firm grip. The shirt didn't cover up my midsection, nor did it leave anything to the imagination. You could see my bra under the shirt and it was a sexy look. Everything I wore seemed to be a sexy look. I was going to miss that. I walked into the living room and Leslie pretended that she wasn't checking me out. I didn't blame her. I have been checking myself out all day. I let Leslie use my ex's yoga mat and I took the floor. I started playing one of the DVDs that said it was for beginners and we started following along together. Leslie was doing okay with the beginning workout. As I went through each position stretching this new body I focused on making myself more flexible. By the time we finished each position I had managed to stretch well beyond what the instructor on the TV had done. The DVD was only an hour long and Leslie said a few times how impressed she was by my mastery of yoga. I was at first worried that it would seem weird that I wasn't able to stretch the full range as I started new positions. That really inspired me to focus on my flexibility. From Leslie's perspective she thought I was just taking it really slow as I started each new stretch. She even said that she was impressed by my patience and discipline of not doing too much too soon. After the workout I felt great. Leslie said she did as well. "Do you want some water? I asked Leslie. "That would be great thanks." I poured two glasses of water and was again reminded of my situation as I noticed my pink fingernails. They were long and the finish was still perfect. I thought about the experience of having my nails done and how much I enjoyed looking at them. I began to notice that my fingernails would occasionally bump into things and make a soft clicking sound. I didn't realize it at the time, but that sound was going to become a constant background noise. Every time I would come to hear it I would be pleasantly reminded of my pretty new nails. As Leslie took a sip of her water and an excited look started to grow on her face. "Susan! I just remembered. There is a new art exhibit that opened today and I have two free passes. It's just around the corner from your place. Do you want to go?" "Yeah. I heard about that too." I had seen a flyer about the exhibit a couple weeks ago. It was an exhibit of the work from a famous photographer I had never heard of. I always said that I wanted to go to more exhibits, but never seemed motivated enough to go. I didn't want to go today since I was already behind schedule on changing my body. I needed to figure out a way to stall. "I was planning on going. How long is it in town for?" "I think it's here for a couple months, but my tickets are only good for today." "I don't know. I had some stuff I wanted to get done today." Leslie wasn't budging. "Oh c'mon, Susan. It's just around the corner and I have two free tickets. We don't have to stay long. I promise it will be quick." I really needed to start changing my body back to being a man, but Leslie seemed genuinely excited to go with me to the exhibit. The museum was nearby and if we didn't stay long I could be home in an hour. I felt confident after our yoga session that I could make changes to my body quickly. I didn't think one more hour was going to change anything. "Okay, I'll go. But we can't stay long." "Great! I brought a change of clothes. Mind if I take a quick shower?" When I agreed to go to the museum I thought we were leaving immediately. I didn't anticipate that she would want to shower and change her clothes. That would chew up some extra time, but I couldn't refuse letting her take a quick shower. "Not at all. You can use the shower at the end of that hallway." I pointed at my second bathroom. I had two full bathrooms in my apartment. "I'll take a shower and get changed too." My fingernails clicked as I peeled the stretchy cotton shirt off my torso. I looked at myself in the mirror taking in how gorgeous I had become. I thought that I should get a good look at myself before I reversed course on my body's changes. The hot pink yoga pants I was wearing were extremely comfortable. I understood why women chose to wear them all the time. I was a little disappointed I was going to change out of them. I watched myself slide the stretchy pants down my to my feet. My shapely ass was spectacular, but I noticed that my legs were more muscular than I preferred to see. I focused on the muscles in my legs being a little smaller, but also more lean and fit. Right before my eyes my legs changed and I was very happy with the results. As I finished disrobing I glanced over at all the clothes on my bed that I had purchased earlier in the day. I didn't plan on going out again today, but I was happy that I was going to be able to wear some new clothes. Opening the shower door I was again reminded of my long fingernails. I had to open the door in a different way and that difference required my full attention to complete the task. My fingernails were preventing me from grabbing the shower door handle the way I had always done it. Another reminder of my unique situation. I had so many things change with my body that I couldn't keep track of them all. I glanced down at my breasts and wondered what it would feel like to pinch my nipple with my new hands. I raised my hand up to my breast and with my fingers adorned with long pink fingernails I gave myself a little pinch. Between my long painted fingernails an electric surge of pleasure shot from my new larger nipple that reverberated through the rest of my body. An involuntary shudder came over me for just a moment. The sensation was a new one and I enjoyed it a lot. With my same fingers decorated with long pink fingernails I gave my large nipple another pinch and the same wonderful feeling once again flooded my body with pleasure. I could sense something starting to happen to rest of my body. A growing sexual desire I had never experienced in this body had taken hold somewhere deep inside of me. I had a very strong urge to start searching my body for more pleasurable spots and I had a pretty good idea where to go. I didn't know what other pleasurable sensations awaited me within this body, but I wanted to find out. I didn't have time to do this right now. I needed to get a quick shower and changed into a new outfit for the museum. I was relieved that squeezing the soap bottle with fingernails was the same as without. I gave myself a quick wash careful not to get my hair wet. I noticed that everywhere I touched myself felt pretty amazing. I was pretty sure that I had gotten myself horny. I was surprised how the experience made every part of my body feel good. I knew I had to get out of this shower and focused on something else. Otherwise I would be in here all night and Leslie would think I was some sort of sexual deviant. I supposed anything I did in this body was sexual deviancy. I somehow managed to keep my hair dry and washed all of the workout grime off of my aroused body. I put on the other pair of lingerie that I had only purchased this morning. I looked over my wardrobe that was still partially in bags on top of my bed. I really wanted to try them all on and have my own little fashion show. Unfortunately I didn't have time. Leslie was probably dressed by now and waiting for me. I wasn't sure what outfit I should wear. I didn't want to stand out and get anymore weird looks again. "Hey, what do you wear to a museum? Will jeans work?" Leslie started to answer my question. "Jeans are usually good..." I started reaching for my skinny jeans. I liked how they made my ass look, which was spectacular. Then Leslie continued to answer my question. "... But today is the first day. So it's formal." Formal? What exactly did that mean? If I wasn't able to wear my jeans, what else did I have that I could wear? My leggings? Those were just leggings that looked like jeans. They also would make my spectacular ass look spectacular, but they were also not going to work. The only thing I thought would be formal attire was the little black dress I picked up. I glanced over at my growing shoe collection. Running shoes, patent red leather flats and. 2" black heels. I wouldn't be able to wear my running shoes with the LBD. I might be able to wear the red flats, but my feet were starting to get sore with all the walking I did in those adorable shoes. The black heels would definitely go better with the LBD, but I wasn't sure how easy it would be to walk in them. Would I be able to walk in them? My ex could do anything in heels that she could do in regular shoes. She could effortlessly walk in 5" heels. I had a thought. Since I was able to use my mind to change my leg's shape and my body's flexibility, maybe I could use it to learn how to walk in heels. I didn't want to walk around in those red flats anymore. It seemed to me that I really had no choice. I had to wear the black heels. They were the only shoes that went with my outfit anyways. I visualized myself walking in those high heels with a sexy alluring walk. Something in my head tingled and I hoped that was a good thing. I giggled at the thought that I had just survived my first shoe crisis. I was still completely naked and I needed to get dressed. Having some fun I decided to play along with my current situation. I held out one of my hands with my fingers outstretched. My fingernails looked good. I held out my other hand and those fingernails also looked good. I was getting the hang of this girl stuff. It was time to put on my full support bra and matching panties. It was a little more time consuming to get the bra to snap together with my long fingernails. I didn't have much of an issue getting my boobs seated into the bra where they felt good. This bra was definitely more restrictive than the other one, but it also seemed like it would keep my boobs in place better. I hoped that meant they would be less distracting to me and anyone looking. I slipped the LBD over my head and couldn't resist watching myself in the mirror. I was incredibly hot sliding the dress down my body. I even looked hot making the small adjustments to get the dress to fit properly. My long pink fingernails really popped with the black backdrop of my dress. I was going to get some looks in this dress and it wasn't going to be the bad kind. I almost put my shoes on, but remembered that I should probably wear stockings with this ensemble. I remembered watching my ex put on stockings and it was truly a sight to savor. I mimicked the way she did it and slowly the stocking unrolled up to the tops of my thighs. I had to lift up the bottom of the dress to my waist to get the stockings on. I looked at my white panties and couldn't overlook my pert little pussy's outline that was pressed into the material. I was entirely female. Ugh. The stockings didn't match my panties. The stockings were black and my panties were white. I wasn't going to put my sexy pair of panties on even if they matched. They needed to be washed. I decided to try adding more black to the situation. I retrieved the black garter belt from my collection of clothes and slid them up my toned body. I adjusted the fit so it sat on my waist clinging onto my dimpled hipbones. I clipped the dangling straps to the stockings and looked at myself in the mirror. The white panties still didn't go with what I was wearing. I decided to keep the garter on, because it looked incredibly sexy. Besides, I figured I wouldn't have the opportunity to wear it again. I slid my dress down nearly to the middle of my thighs. I was showing a lot of leg. Good thing my legs were hairless. I turned to either side inspecting how my legs looked. They were magnificent. My legs were probably better than my ex's. They were exactly what I thought perfect legs should look like. I grabbed some jewelry off my dresser and couldn't figure out how to get the little claps to open and close with these long fingernails. I wasn't too concerned since I figured Leslie could help. I walked over to my 2" high heels and carefully put one foot into it. It felt great. Then I put my other foot into it and started walking to my bedroom door. I didn't have any problems walking in these shoes at all. In fact, I even had the sexy walk down. I walked out of my room and asked Leslie if she could help with my jewelry. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh my god, girl! You look fantastic!" Leslie exclaimed. "Oh. Um. Thank you," I said blushing. Leslie was wearing a red dress with a flower print. She wasn't showing as much cleavage as me, but she had her boobs out on display nonetheless. Even though she was wearing beige flats that went with her dress, she did seem a little taller to me. Leslie did look pretty good in her outfit. I wasn't thinking and blurted out, "You look pretty sexy yourself." "Oh! Thank you! Maybe we can go out on the town and meet some guys." We both laughed. There was no way that was going to happen. I had no intention on going out and meeting guys. She must have been joking. I already told her I had to come home after the museum. "So are you gonna compliment me all day, or are you going to help me with my jewelry?" I asked her again. "Haha. Maybe I'll do both. Come here." Leslie waved me over and didn't have any problem clipping the necklace and bracelets on me. "Are those clip-ons?" Leslie asked. Shit! She figured out my ears weren't pierced. I wasn't sure what to say. Fortunately Leslie didn't mind keeping that conversation going. "Those are clip-ons. Oh honey, have you never had your ears pierced? Are you not used to wearing jewelry? Is that why you needed my help putting your necklace on?" She made it sound sad. I was thinking about this all wrong. I was worried that she was going to figure out that I wasn't a woman a few days ago. How could anyone think I wasn't a woman with this body? I noticed Leslie was starting to look a little sad. I didn't want to make her think I was being abused in a cult, or anything like that. "Yeah, but it's nothing bad. I just haven't gotten around to getting my ears pierced yet." "You haven't? I was thinking of getting another piercing. I would be honored if you let me go with you. We could do it together." I had no intention of getting my ears pierced, but I didn't want to get her asking more questions either. "Okay, sure. That would be fun." "Yay! Girl's day! You're going to love having your ears pierced." "Yeah. I bet!" "Hey, so can I ask you another question, Susan?" Was she going to talk all night, or go to the museum? "Sure." "Do you want me to do your makeup?" It occurred to me that when I came out of my room doing my sexy high heel walk I didn't even notice that Leslie was doing her makeup. Now she was offering to do mine. I had no idea how to put it on, or even take it off. Did I just use soap and water? I felt that makeup would be a step that I wasn't ready to do. "No, that's okay. You don't need to do my makeup." "Have you done makeup before?" Leslie asked and she could immediately tell from my expression that I had not. "Oh honey, is all of this is new to you?" "Yes. This is all still really new to me. I'm not against makeup, or jewelry, or anything. I just don't have any idea how to do it." I gave her an awkward smile. It felt good opening up to Leslie. She had been really nice to me. She's even taking me to the museum and getting me out of the house. I wasn't sure I should be leaving the house, but I also knew that I would never have this opportunity again. "Okay, sit down. I'll just put a little on. It won't take any time at all." "How could I refuse?" I sat down at my table in the kitchen and let Leslie take control. She told me everything she was doing, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking about how I was staying a woman longer than I wanted. I was supposed to be changing myself when I got home. Instead I ended up doing yoga, pinching my amazing nipples and playing dress up. "All done. Told you it wouldn't take very long." Whatever she did to my face, it took about fifteen minutes. "Can I see what I look like?" "Of course you can, silly! It's your house. Go find a mirror." I got up from the table and walked into the guest bathroom where Leslie had taken a shower. It was still humid in the room, but the mirror wasn't foggy. I looked into the mirror and I saw a gorgeous woman with eyeliner, blush, and lipstick staring back at me. "Oh my god." "Yeah, girl. You're one sexy bitch. Not that you need to wear makeup, but you may want to start." "Yeah..." I should have been used to being surprised by what I looked like in the mirror, but I was still pretty surprised at my reflection. This was my first time wearing makeup and I took my own breath away. "Okay, Susan. You can check yourself out later. We should get going to the museum before it closes." That snapped me out of it. The museum wasn't going to be open all night and I didn't want to be playing dress up all day. "Yeah. You're right, Leslie. We should get going."