This Body is Mine Now (2)
Originally, the plan was to order delivery, then head out to buy some clothes. My apartment only had the men's clothes and underwear I'd worn before, so I was planning to shop for new ones. If I didn't dress in clothes befitting this stunning appearance... wouldn't that just be a waste? Separate from that, I needed underwear and comfy loungewear too.
But... I was even more loyal to my desires than I'd thought.
"Ngh..."
I slide my hand downward. The empty space where my old masculinity used to be. Now, the most intimate spot where no protruding parts are visible. My hand naturally slips inside my pants and touches it there, and I'm swept away by the first-time sensations, surrendering my body to instinct.
The spot my hand reaches is already faintly slick with moisture seeping out. Bodily fluids naturally secreted from sexual arousal. Even though it's my body, the fact that it produces such lewd juices on its own feels insanely erotic.
...Suddenly, it hits me that experiencing this just under my pants is way too wasteful. It's my first time, after all. Breathing a bit heavier with excitement, I quickly strip off my pants. My white thighs come into view below the now even wetter spot.
I stand up just like that... and position myself in front of the full-length mirror by the entryway.
Inside the mirror is an incredibly lewd woman. No, an incredibly lewd me.
My cheeks are slightly flushed, and the tips of my ears are burning red. My eyes, a little glazed, betray how instinct has overtaken reason. The silhouette of prominent hills asserts itself unmistakably over my short-sleeved tee, with the peaks at their tips claiming center stage on the fabric. And below that.
Despite the hem being a bit short—not enough to fully cover below—the now-damp spot is visible peeking out from under the tee.
"Pussy..."
Yeah, one of the biggest changes in my new body was boldly on display. I naturally lean against the opposite wall from the mirror, lowering my stance. And I spread my legs wide.
"Ngh..."
As my legs part, my tightly closed... pussy splits slightly to the sides, revealing its inner folds.
"My pussy... so lewd..."
I say it out loud on purpose. Each time the word leaves my lips, a twinge of shame mixes with even more arousal, heightening everything. I grab my pussy with both hands and... spread it wide open.
Whoa... my body is so lewd... The well-formed labia I'd been guarding is now fully exposed. Pink inner flesh comes into view. The protruding tip up top that's just begging to be touched, the hole I shouldn't put anything in. And...
"Ngh..."
The most secret hole in my most secret place. Lewd. That's all I can think.
I lower my hand just like that. Instinctively pressing my middle and ring fingers together, I bring them toward the hole.
"Mm..."
The soft texture of flesh meets my fingertips. The entrance is already slick with juices. I stroke around the hole before gently slipping my middle and ring fingers just inside.
"!!!??!!"
And I regret it instantly. It hurts. So much. A sharp, throbbing pain. I thought being wet would make it okay, but no. Definitely not.
"A dick... goes in here?"
...For real? Looks like I need a bit more time still.
*****
The sudden pain snaps my mind back to rationality. I close the browser window still open to that vicious toy, and get ready to head out.
It's 11 a.m. Just before lunchtime. Maybe I'll try eating out for the first time in ages.
For clothes... I'll buy and change on the way. I throw on some black track pants and a black hoodie zip-up. May weather is perfect for a hoodie.
Perfect weather, that is.
"Ugh."
My reflection in the mirror—what can I say? Certain parts are over-emphasized. Even though I matched it all in black. Do girls with big chests always look like this? If I don't figure out a way to handle it, I might die of embarrassment.
Hmm. No choice for today—I'll make do while shopping. And with that, I head outside and board the subway, immediately bombarded by countless stares.
Damn. I notice. They say women can feel when people are watching them. Never imagined I'd bone-deep empathize as a former guy.
It's burdensome. ...That old guy's straight-up ogling. Luckily, my destination shopping street is just one stop from home, so I escape the barrage of stares quickly.
*****
"...Honey, where you looking?"
"Huh? Oh, just thought those track pants would suit you too."
"Reeally?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Hey."
Unnamed couple. Sorry. My boobs are too big, my bad. But honestly, it's hot, right? Bigger's better than small. Yeah, yeah.
The moment I step onto the street, I threaten some guy's life force. But really, not my fault. Don't stare then.
Even wandering the streets after getting off the subway, the stares persist, but since I'm moving constantly, it's somewhat okay. Focus on your own girlfriends, people.
A short walk from the station, and I arrive at my target spot.
Gulp—my throat tightens for no reason. When would I ever have a reason to enter a women's lingerie store?
It feels like stepping into forbidden territory for men. Sure, I'm a woman now, but I can't shake this awkward, embarrassing vibe.
Ding-a-ling—
"Welcome~!"
The door opens, and an unmistakably cheerful clerk greets me with 100% energy. Ah. Already exhausting. For an extreme introvert like me down to my bones, this hits like major damage.
I try to nod lightly and pass by, but...
"Looking for anything specific?"
Two seconds in! Old me would've sharply refused and browsed alone. But current me is clueless AF. Especially with the feast of bras and panties spread out before my eyes—enough to freeze my body and brain solid.
No choice; I decide to accept help.
"Uh... looking to buy some underwear."
I realize after saying it: what else do you buy in a lingerie store? As pointless embarrassment heats my face again, the clerk follows up.
"What kind are you after?"
Like it's the most normal question ever. Thankfully, from here it's per my prepared script.
"Something comfy, and sports bras."
Regular bras feel... too embarrassing for an ex-guy like me.
"Ah, gotcha. Did you come without a bra on today, by any chance?"
A super critical question. No way a suddenly transformed guy would have women's underwear.
But I came prepared.
"Oh, uh, I accidentally washed everything at once."
Times like this, act shameless. Be bold. Showing embarrassment would just make it worse.
"Aigoo. So, what's your size?"
Expected question three! Normal women would know theirs roughly. But not ex-me. No tape measure at home either, so no self-measuring.
Still, with my impressive size, I can overcome this.
"They've grown a bit lately, so could I get remeasured?"
"Sure! I'll help with that~"
Perfect. Nailed it. My brilliant brain never fails.
"This way~"
"Y-, yeah."
Ah. Bit my tongue. I take off my hoodie for measuring, revealing my massive mammaries in full.
As I shed the outer layer, I clearly see the clerk's pupils shake despite her smile. ...Yeah, they're pretty big.
"Okay, could you lift them for measuring, please?"
"Ah, yep."
I gently cup and lift my breasts. Too big for one hand, so I create a slight gap, and the clerk swiftly slips the tape measure underneath to get the underbust.
I'd only groped them before, never lifted—way heavier than expected. Figured they'd be heavy given the size, but not this much. Suddenly hits how essential a bra is.
"Okay, you can let go now!"
I lower them at her words. Next up... overbust time.
"...Ngh."
I knew it, but the tape against my chest draws out a sound involuntarily. She heard that, right? Mortifying...
Takes way longer than the underbust. Soon, she pulls the tape away.
"Whoa... you're seriously stacked! A full, snug G-cup."
"G-cup... got it."
Whoaaa. My tits are huge. But can't act surprised. I'm supposed to have always been this size.
"Alright, I'll show you ones that fit. Wanna try them on?"
"Ah, yes. And, uh, panties too, please."
Ah. Already drained. Suddenly just wanna skip food, clothes, everything, and go home.