Stream Prep! - Operation Sell the Dragon Dick Whip (3)
Eventually, I wrapped myself up tight in my coat again and wandered around looking for a lingerie store that carried my size. It was so damn hot out, and here I was suffering like this... I cursed my transformed body. My whole body was drenched in sweat, but I absolutely couldn't take off the coat. It was the epitome of a fucked-up situation where I couldn't do this or that.
I checked out nearby stores, but finding one with my size was still impossible. I'd already been turned away three times. Why the hell did every place lack my size! Sure, it wasn't a common size, but... shouldn't they stock at least one for customers like me?
"Please, let this place have it...!"
The last stop was in front of a department store in the heart of downtown. If they didn't have it here, I might have to take the bus somewhere else. ...If I moved even a little more in this thick coat, I'd probably collapse right there on the street. Forget embarrassment—I just wanted to buy something that fit, get home, and take a damn bath.
As soon as I stepped inside the department store, cool air conditioning hit me like a blessing. I should've come here first... Pride doesn't pay the bills, after all.
With desperate hope, I found the lingerie section and approached a staff member right away.
"Um, excuse me..."
"Yes, ma'am? Looking for something specific?"
"Ahem... Do you, uh, have any I-cup bras...?"
The staff glanced at me in surprise for a second but quickly composed herself.
"We don't have a huge variety, but there should be some in stock. Mind waiting a moment?"
"Hah... Thank God. Yeah, anything will do—just please."
Finally. If even this place didn't have my size, I might've lost it and stripped off the coat right there.
"...Hey, did you hear that? Check out that lady."
"Yeah. Jealous... I wanna wear an I-cup bra too!"
"Yours would slide right down to your feet."
Some nearby schoolgirls who overheard my conversation with the staff were sneaking glances and whispering. ...Jealous my ass! These things were just heavy and useless—no benefits to life whatsoever. Now that I'd lived in a woman's body, I got it. Small tits are the way to go! Sure, big-breasted women were my type, but me turning into a busty bombshell wasn't part of the plan.
A moment later, I paid for the bra the staff brought from the back and headed straight to the changing room. I couldn't wait to ditch this coat.
Struggling alone, I put on the bra—and surprisingly, it felt pretty good, against my worries.
'Whoa, this... way comfier than I thought?'
It didn't jiggle obscenely when I moved, and supporting the heavy weight eased the strain on my shoulders. ...Of course, my sweat-soaked clothes made it show through blatantly. Still no ditching the coat.
Alright, buy some clothes quick, then toss this cursed coat.
Obviously, I had no clue what women wore. I blindly entered a women's clothing store and asked the staff for the "coolest clothes possible." Size issues persisted, but I managed to snag a few outfits.
Now I was wearing a tight crop top that exposed my chest and hot pants. It clung to my curves, a bit embarrassing... but man, it was cool.
"Hooah! Finally feeling alive!"
You might ask why I went so bold right away, but think about it. Roasting in that heat for an hour in a thick coat? I was half-mad—no room for shame. Plus, everything I bought was form-fitting, so no size worries.
...Of course, passersby started staring blatantly, and yeah, it looked kinda slutty even to me... But honestly, with this body, anything would look sexy. Whatever! I was dying of heat, so before heading home, I'd grab a cold drink at the convenience store. Perfect—my usual one was right there.
"Have a good one."
The part-timer mechanically bid farewell to the exiting customer, then plopped down to scroll his phone. The manager would've flipped, but it was standard convenience store clerk behavior nationwide.
"...Damn, she's smoking hot."
The photo he was eyeing was of a woman blowing up the community forums. No idea the intent, but she was covering her chest with one arm—futile against that overwhelming physique. And her face? Small pic, but instantly stunning.
"Does a woman like this even exist IRL...?"
Nope. In three years clerking, he'd never seen a body like that.
Ding-a-ling.
Someone entered. He pocketed his phone quick and turned to greet.
"Welcome... uh..."
"Hah... hah, hi."
He stared blankly at the newcomer, eyes wide in disbelief.
'Holy shit, it's her!'
The sweaty woman pushing through the door matched the phone pic exactly. Face was iffy at first glance, but that physique confirmed it. She was sweating buckets—pitiful, yet oddly sexy to him. Forums said she'd stream tomorrow—streamer, huh? Made sense with looks like that.
Soon, she set cola and sparkling water on the counter. Her chest loomed intimidatingly close. Distance was fine, but her assets made it feel intimate.
After ringing up, he steeled himself.
"Um... miss?"
"Yeah?"
Most guys freeze around stunners too pretty for words—no guts to ask for a number. She's gotta have someone, they think. This clerk was no different. Out came something off-base.
"I-I'm a fan! C-can I get an autograph?"
"...Huh?"
She looked baffled. Oh shit, total fail. Guess not a streamer. He wanted to crawl into a hole.
...Poor guy had no clue she'd never streamed once.
Home at last, I cranked the AC to max and basked under it. Gulping the cola from the store washed away the exhaustion.
"Hooah, living again...!"
...What was with that clerk asking for an autograph? I'd shopped there years—no precedent. His desperate eyes got me to sign, but it felt weird. Anyway, overdue bath time. Body was sticky from all the sweat.
I stripped layer by layer and turned on the cold shower.
"Eek...!"
The sudden chill wracked my body, drawing a yelp. No way hot water, though.
"Ahh, so cooool..."
After minutes under the cold spray, I finally registered I was buck naked. Ugh... First real look at my body—felt weird. Proper washing meant touching everywhere. Steel yourself—I grabbed soap and lathered up.
Starting legs, it climbed my body to my chest. A pleasant softness transmitted through my hands.
...Occasional odd textures aside, irrelevant. Entranced, I groped the twin masses.
Regret: one hand couldn't cover 'em.
"Mmm..."
...Wait. Snapped out—something wrong. Fuck, the texture was too good; a moan slipped out unwittingly. Not me getting turned on by my own body—man's instinct or whatever.
...Yeah, that's it.