Chapter 2: Getting Some New Clothes
My sleepy eyes opened the next day, much later than I was used to as I slowly but surely eased myself into waking consciousness. The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting out a warm golden glow that spilled across the bed as I stretched, letting out a long yawn before I finally sat upright. Despite the cushiony softness of my memory foam pillow, I immediately knew that something was off.
I could feel it coursing through my entire body like an electrifying jolt that invigorated me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I stumbled when I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. My chestnut-brown hair had turned into a luscious platinum blonde; it tumbled down past my shoulders in elegant waves, swaying gently as if it had a life of its own.
It was longer than it had ever been in my life, well past my ass now. I raised a hand, and my fingers brushed against the silken strands, only for them to get caught up in the long unruly locks. The sensation was oddly familiar, though I couldn't quite explain why. I turned my head to the other side, and I noticed that my face had a newfound feminine shape; my jawline was softer, my cheekbones more pronounced, and my eyes looked bigger and somehow more seductive.
The now blue irises of my eyes and the long, thick ark eyeleshes stared back at me in shock. My lips were thick and full in a sexy deep pink that were a perfect contrast of my tiny nose and high cheek bones.
My now softer features had me transfixed, and I kept staring at my reflection and adjusting to this womanly vision. The most pronounced, however, were my massive breasts that seemed to be bursting forth from me, their size far exceeding what I could ever recall them being. They were huge, bigger than what I had ever seen before in any magazine, TV show or in real life.
They looked firm and inviting and I couldn't help but touch them, and as my hands brushed against their sizable mass, I had to admit that the sensation was all kinds of overwhelming to me. I cupped them in my hands, feeling their softness and heft as I marveled at the size of them. My heart raced as I stared at my reflection.
My transformation had left me completely and utterly mystified. I didn't understand what was going on and how it had happened. Had it been a dream? Was I still dreaming? It all seemed so surreal and yet, here I was, now standing in front of the mirror with this new and sensual body. I glanced down and saw that my waist had trimmed and tightened as if by magic.
My stomach was now toned and firm with a slight curve that hinted at my hidden abdominal muscles. I turned around to examine my butt and was amazed to find it round, firm, and full – a perfect peach that would make any man’s head spin. The curves of my new body were so incredibly sensual that I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement.
My legs had become long and lean, and I saw that my toenails had been painted bright pink. The pedicure was immaculate and professional. It wasn't something that I had ever done for myself. And who would have had the time to give me such an impeccable pedicure? They even matched my sexy long pink nails on my fingers and I gasped at how delicate yet seductive they looked. I couldn't help but admire my new appearance.
I was a head-turning beauty that seemed to command the entire room. My body screamed of femininity and seduction and I couldn't believe I had become such a stunningly gorgeous woman overnight. I looked like a fresh 18 year old cum slut meets bimbo badass bitch. I moaned and realized that my crotch was getting wet as I slowly reached down to my groin, my tiny hands shaking in anticipation.
I pulled off my tight boxers and nearly cried out at the sight of my brand new bald and soaking wet pussy, that was laying between my now-toned legs. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was like a real-life, breathtaking miracle. I couldn't believe it. Was I now a beautiful, alluring bimbo? Holy fuck, how was this possible?
Still in shock, I teasingly touched my clit and shivered at the electrifying sensation that pulsed through me, leaving me breathless and feeling even wetter. I rubbed myself and moaned louder as I started to lose myself in the pure pleasure that was radiating from my core. I had always been curious about women's bodies but never had the guts to explore it deeply.
I wanted so badly to continue my self exploration but something told me that I needed to get out there and be seen. Go and buy stuff, like clothing and other sexy lingerie and accouterments that I knew would flatter this new body that I had been given. I knew I wouldn't be able to hide this newfound body much longer.
I quickly cleaned myself up and tried to dress myself as best as I could in my male clothing. The pants barely fit around my new hips and the tops were so tight they looked like I was going to burst out of them. I sighed and realized that I urgently needed to head to the nearest mall or clothing store to find something that would fit me better.
I felt myself getting wet between my legs again just thinking about the lace lingerie and skimpy outfits I would get to wear after I finished my shopping spree. I smiled knowing that I was going to truly enjoy this experience no matter how awkward or strange it would be to shop for myself for the first time as a woman. Before leaving I took one more look in the mirror and felt my heart race at the sight of my new self, feeling both excited and nervous for this new journey.
Soon I was out the door, and off to the closest mall to find the sexiest and boldest clothes for my sexy bimbo body. I couldn't keep the grin off my face, and I felt a zing of delight as I strutted down the street. The world seemed so different seen from this new feminine perspective. Cars Horns sounded more pleasant, and colors appeared more vivid. I felt as if I could hear laughter and music that I had never noticed before.
It was about another 10 minutes that I walked into mall and found a sexy clothing store that almost bordered on the obscene and pornographic. I had heard of this place when I was man and had always wondered about what strange treasures and delights laid in there. Now as a sex crazed busty bitch I could hardly contain my gushing cunt from spraying like crazy at the the sight of all the risque merchandise on display.
I was determined to take my time to browse everything and not leave until I was satisfied. As I entered the boutique, I was greeted with the sound of thumping bass coming from the overhead speakers, and the flashy overhead lights danced alluringly on the racks of lingerie. The sexy workers inside were already shooting off seductive glances, confidently prowling the floor looking to catch their next victim.
I was suddenly grateful that I was already wet and ready as I gulped hard and tried to play it cool. The thumbing felt so good it was sending little tremors to my erect and throbbing clit. The anticipation of touching myself in public just heightened my arousal and need to feel the wet muscular walls of my virgin pussy to something other than a finger.
As I continued to stroll through the store, looking for the right outfit to match my now bubbly personality, I could feel the dewy mist of pleasure seeping from between my legs. I was soaking wet, and the ache of my pussy grew with every step. I found a few outfits that were perfect and I wanted to quickly pay for them and head back home so I could dress up in them and make myself cum form the intense pleasure.
However, I cried out and whimpered as I realized I had forgotten my wallet and cash back at my place. I couldn't believe I had been so forgetful and careless, but I guessed that my mind was still adjusting to my new feminine identity. I sighed and hung my head, trying to figure out what to do and how to get money to pay for the clothes.
"Excuse me my lovely little sexpot, but what brings you here today?"
I heard the baritone voice coming from behind me, pulling me out of my reverie.
I startled, so caught up in my predicament that I hadn't even noticed the well-built, perfectly chiseled man who stood behind me, ogling my assets appreciatively. I blushed involuntarily and looked down at my feet, which were wrapped in oversized men's shoes as I quickly looked back up to the handsome stud in front of me and gasped.
"Oh...I just wanted to buy some sexy clothes, but I forgot my wallet!” I said feeling embarrassed and like a complete idiot.
I almost giggled as I noticed for the first time just how sexy and high pitched my new voice was now.
“Don’t worry, darling.” He said with a seductive grin as his eyes sparkled mischievously. “I’ll buy them for you."
“Oh no, I can’t ask you to do that!” I started to protest. "I would feel so guilty getting these for free!" I objected, biting my lip as I looked up at him, trying to keep my eyes focused on his face rather than roaming over his bulging biceps and chest.
It was strange, but I suddenly found myself feeling shy around this man, even though I had never met him before.
"Well if that's the case then...maybe we could work a little something out?" he said with a devious smile.
His eyes pierced me, as if he were searching for something in the depths of my soul. I took a step back, my heart racing in my chest. I barely knew this man, yet I could feel myself becoming captivated by his charm and charisma. I couldn't explain it, but there was something about him that drew me in.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice. "Like...something...sexy and..."
He stopped me as he paid for my items and then pulled me into a private and somewhat dimly lit room. It almost looked like a modeling studio with some lights and white backing where they would take pictures for their sexy catalogs or online ads. I was nervous and excited at the same time. This man was an absolute stranger, and I had no idea what he was truly up to. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the emotions bubbling up inside of me. I
hadn't felt this attracted to someone in a long time. There was a strange pull that I felt towards him, and I couldn't keep my heart from racing. He smirked at me as he closed the door, blocking out the other shoppers and workers from our private room. He moved closer and pulled out a pair of black fishnet stockings, a tiny black g-string and matching halter top with knee high 6 inch stiletto boots for me to try on.
"Here, let's have our own little private photo shoot!" he said with a smile.
The thought of showing off my incredible curves in such revealing and lustful clothing thrilled me. I had never been so bold or daring, but for some reason, I wanted to give this man the show of his life.
"Go ahead, try these on, I want to see how sexy you can really be," he said with a mischievous grin.
I hesitated for a moment, but something about him made me feel confident and daring. I quickly stripped nude and took the clothes from him and slipped into the tiny g-string and halter top. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I pulled on the fishnet stockings, and the garter belt that held them up. The material clung to my skin, leaving little to the imagination. I then put on the stiletto boots that made me feel like a sex kitten.
He let out a low whistle as I modeled the lingerie for him. I watched as his eyes trailed down my body voraciously, lingering on the curves of my breasts and hips. My cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable before, but at the same time, there was a thrill that coursed through my veins.
"You look amazing," he murmured, his voice deep and husky.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of power as he looked at me with such desire in his eyes. He turned on the huge overhead lights as they illuminated the room and showed off my every curve and