Girl...? (2)
"Hmmm..." Dressed in a crop top and jeans inside my one-room apartment, I'm deep in what feels like the dilemma of a lifetime. ...Okay, it's not that serious. Honestly, I'm exaggerating a bit. There are two packages left. Which one should I open first? Sure, if I could remember what I ordered, I wouldn't even need to think about it—but there's a catch. "What was it again..." I can't even recall what I bought from the shopping site. I swear there was a skirt in there somewhere... After mulling it over, I suddenly trust my instincts and go for it. My decision? "Why was I stressing?" Just open both. It hits me how ridiculous I am for agonizing over something so trivial. One's gotta be a top, the other's a bottom, right? So try 'em both on.
Riiip— The plastic tears away effortlessly, making my earlier hesitation seem pointless. As the neatly wrapped package reveals its contents, I go, "Oh yeah." A white women's blouse. It's a little embarrassing that I forgot what I even ordered, but whatever. I bought a pretty top, didn't I? That's what matters.
I toss it aside and tear into the next one. Sure enough, just like I vaguely remembered, there's a black skirt inside. A skirt, huh... Truth be told, I was a bit iffy even when I bought it. Not because of some hang-up about my old male body rejecting it or anything—nope, I'd have felt weird about masturbation too if that were the case. This is different. Like, "Am I really gonna wear this outside?" Wearing it for my own satisfaction is one thing, but stepping out into the crowded world in it? That's a whole other perspective, and yeah, it gives me pause.
But I shove that worry straight into the trash. With a body like this, I wanna rock as many cute outfits as possible. Otherwise, it feels like such a waste. Screw wandering around outside for now—at least I wanna try it on. I bought it with that in mind, after all. Slipping into clothes I'd never have dreamed of wearing in my old life? It's a thrilling novelty. "...Still, I bought it." Gotta wear it at least once; money's money. Alright. I steel myself and pick up the skirt.
It dawns on me that this isn't some half-hearted post-transformation whim—I've already done everything else. I strip off my current clothes again and grab the blouse first. Sliding into it feels familiar, like always. But as I pull it down over my body, "Mm..." it clings tight in certain spots, feeling restrictive. Glancing down, my massive tits are making their presence very known. Other clothes accentuated them too, sure, but this one? It hugs 'em extra hard.
Time for the skirt. First time ever trying one on. Weird structure. I step into the open hole and pull it up. It slides right to my waist with ridiculous ease compared to before. And the first sensation? "...It's short." Feels like I bought a super short skirt. Not sinfully long or anything, but I didn't expect it to hit this high. The lack of coverage down there is comfy in a way, but the breezy openness? Still not used to it. I unconsciously tug at the hem, trying to pull it lower.
I head back to the full-length mirror and check myself out. There I am: blouse and black skirt. Innocent face, innocent outfit—but my unavoidable curves are stirring up all kinds of filthy urges.
"Ugh..." Joy surges that this sexy, gorgeous body is mine, mixed with the contradiction that even normal clothes look insanely slutty because of how stacked I am. But the key point? It looks amazing. A bit embarrassing, sure, but it's me, so it's fine. Funny how seeing myself naked didn't faze me, but this getup does. The allure of coverage, I guess?
I get lost in my reflection, lingering in front of the mirror, striking various poses. "Hehe. Ah... cringey." I toss my hair innocently and smile. Then reality crashes in, and I slump for a sec. "...Ngh." Pervertedly cupping my breasts. "Ah—" Opening my mouth in a lewd gesture. "Urgh..." Lifting the skirt for an even sluttier pose. ...Oops, ended up doing mostly horny ones. Too pervy? Anyway, admiring myself in the mirror has my body heating up. And that last package—the box—has just what I need right now.
I strip everything off. This time, down to my underwear too. Fitting show's over. Now... time for a different kind of show. Naked, I open the final package. Like I said, it's not a sex toy per se—but I bought it for masturbation. Every time I jerk off, I think: Why can't I do it while fully seeing myself? Why does this squirting slut-body of mine force me into the bathroom? I wanna rub my pussy freely in front of this living room mirror! So I bought this. Embarrassing as hell at checkout—like regressing to subhuman levels. But worth it to watch myself while I play.
Inside, another plastic-wrapped item. The outer packaging screams in huge letters:
🐕 Adorable puppy illustration
(For pets, but hey...)
"Ngh..." But people can use it too, right? Doesn't say "pets only" on the label. Yeah? No time to feel more shame over something already bought. I rip it open and pull out a single pet pad, laying it right in front of the mirror. Covers just the right area. I grab my vibrator—haven't used it in a while. With my arousal already building, nothing's holding me back. Gotta test the new delivery, same as trying on the clothes.
Masturbating outside the bathroom feels like forever ago. First day, maybe? Rushed out for adult toys right away, couldn't hold back, made a mess. Spent ages cleaning, and that musky scent lingered forever. No worries now—I can go wild. I squat in front of the mirror, spreading my pussy wide toward my reflection. There I am: a total whore proudly displaying her slit in a lewd pose. Shame's overtaken by raw horniness and excitement.
My pussy's already a little wet. I rub the unpowered vibe against it. "Ngh." The cool silicone sends a chill through my skin. No real stimulation yet without power, but knowing it'll ravage me soon has excitement building. My hand moves on its own, teasing my pussy and clit. My body reacts without thought—hips bucking slightly, juices flowing, lewd twitches everywhere.
"Hnnng..." I let perverted moans escape freely. No worries now—I can indulge completely. Getting lost in the pleasure, I open my eyes and glance at the mirror. Another slutty sight: my squatting legs have shifted into a seductive squat, vibe still pressed to my pussy. My other hand's automatically tormenting a pink nipple tip. I focus on it—fingertips circling, then tap—
"Hyah...!" Instant pleasure jolts me. I pinch harder this time. "Hyaaah..." Still mild, but stronger than before, pleasure swelling. My face flushes deep red, eyes glazing, mouth slack—shifting from normal to full-on ahegao. To keep the heat rising, I flick on the vibrator.