First Outing in This Ridiculous Outfit
It had been a while since that bastard pulled out.
But I was still slumped there, completely out of my mind, panting hard and gasping for air.
The afterglow of climax still had me in its grip. I felt like I was going insane. My head refused to clear. Ah. Ugh.
How many minutes had passed? That fucker’s voice finally reached me.
“Get a hold of yourself. How long are you planning to stay like that?
We still have to do the nominal resocialization, you know.”
This is all because of you, you crazy bastard.
The words nearly burst out of my throat, but I barely held them back.
More than anything, I was panting so heavily that even speaking was exhausting.
It took several minutes of hot, ragged breaths—haa, huu, haa…—before I finally gathered enough strength to move.
Huu. He wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t just lie here forever.
Besides, it felt disgusting. My lower half was soaked, and so were my pajamas.
The bed too. Come to think of it, why the hell did we do it on the bed? Especially if he was going to make me cum.
I looked up at him with clear resentment in my eyes. He glanced at the wet sheets, then at me as I sighed.
“Haha.” That laugh didn’t seem intentional.
At least it probably wasn’t on purpose. Still, it pissed me off.
“I’m going to wash up.”
“Go ahead and wash up.”
I snapped at him, glaring so he’d understand it was all his fault, but his expression didn’t change at all.
He just kept smiling and waved his hand. Son of a bitch.
Huu. It felt gross. What kind of grown adult pisses the bed like this?
It wasn’t even my fault to begin with—it was his.
I trudged to the bathroom on shaky legs.
Once inside, I stripped everything off, carefully hiding my body from view before tossing the clothes outside.
Even though he’d just done that to me, he didn’t seem particularly interested in this side of things, but I still didn’t want to show him. I didn’t even want to look at myself.
And of course, I didn’t forget to lock the door tight. Just in case that pervert tried to barge in. He was definitely the type who would.
I stared into the mirror, covering my face with both hands, and let out a long, drawn-out sigh as waves of humiliation crashed over me.
Second day of life as a woman. I’d already learned fellatio and paizuri.
…Fuck. This isn’t some slow-burn erotic game. I feel like the protagonist of one.
I’m being trained and taught one thing at a time. At this rate, I’ll definitely lose my virginity too.
I remembered writing more than a couple posts about wanting to have sex.
Looking back, it was obvious I’d end up losing my virginity eventually. …I really, really don’t want that.
That climax had felt so insanely good—ah, no, what am I even saying. I don’t think I’d ever felt stimulation that intense in my entire life.
I’d cum so hard it was practically a spectacle. I was still dripping wet.
Come to think of it, even while that was happening, I hadn’t really looked at my own body properly.
I collapsed onto the bathroom floor and sat in front of the full-length mirror.
My slit was tightly closed in a cute, straight line. My breasts were so big, yet down there it looked almost childish.
I used two slender fingers to gently spread the mound—and revealed pretty pink folds.
They were full of delicate wrinkles. It looked exactly like what I’d seen in hentai. Except there was no mosaic.
…This was the first time I’d seen it like this. All the way inside.
“U-uh…”
Was it still sensitive from the recent orgasm? Just the slight spread and the touch of air against it sent a jolt of stimulation through me.
This was also the very first time I’d examined my pussy up close in real life.
It felt strangely exciting. My heart was pounding wildly. What would it feel like if a cock went in?
The one I’d seen on that guy yesterday—it didn’t look like it could possibly fit.
But somehow… some instinct told me that if it did go in, it would feel incredibly good.
I’d seen it in videos and manga. When it went in, every woman would scream “Kyaa!” and look like they were passing out from pleasure.
Was it real? I had no idea since I’d never had sex. I couldn’t tell if they were acting or not.
I vaguely assumed it was acting. But maybe it really did feel that good.
If something thick and hard forced its way in, stretching these narrow insides with wet, obscene sounds—puck, squelch—pounding me until I passed out, making me squirt pussy juice everywhere, far more than before.
And then, at the end, being pinned down and filled with a creampie… splurt, spluuuuurtt.
Would that really feel good? As a man, it was something I’d desperately wanted to do.
It was easy to imagine it would feel amazing.
But now that I was a woman, I wasn’t sure. Still… the more I thought about it, the stranger I felt.
That guy would definitely force it. He’d shove himself deep inside whether I wanted it or not.
Even if I begged him to stop, he’d just snarl at me in that commanding tone.
No protection, no nothing. Just chasing his own desire. If it happened like that…
…Squish. Squeeze.
Ah. I’m wet. The moment I moved my spread pussy even a little, it had gotten completely soaked just from my thoughts.
The lewd sound of my folds rubbing together filled the air.
W-what the hell am I doing? I need to wash up. I forced myself to stand.
When I looked in the mirror, my face was flushed bright red. Even my ears were burning, and I could feel my heart racing.
It was the same fluttering feeling I’d felt during my last orgasm. The heat that had risen in my ears when I was being fucked, the heavy, throbbing sensation in my lower belly. It was much weaker now, but that strange feeling was still there.
I’m not crazy. I got wet thinking about being raped by that bastard.
I really must be losing it. …Haa. Get a grip. Damn it.
I seriously need to get my shit together. I slapped my flushed cheek and smacked myself on the head in self-reproach.
It’s the body’s fault. Yeah. It’s all the body’s fault.
This masochistic body is to blame. As long as I keep my mind straight, I’ll be fine.
On trembling legs, I crawled over to the shower and finished washing up.
Huuu. The warm water felt welcoming. At least while showering, I felt a little better. Almost free.
That guy was in the room, so this was the only place that felt like my own space.
If I stayed too long he’d probably notice, but I could always make up some excuse.
I closed my eyes tight under the hot spray and scrubbed every inch of my body.
When the showerhead pressed against my pussy, a strange, lewd sensation hit me, but the moment it did, I summoned every ounce of willpower I had and quickly moved it away.
I’d already wasted too much time just thinking earlier. If I stayed in here much longer, it would look like I was masturbating…
“Are you done washing up?”
I must have taken too long. The moment I turned off the water, his voice came through the door.
Come to think of it, he probably needed to wash too. Just the thought of sharing a bathroom with him made me feel sick.
Whether he liked it or not, I kept my mouth shut and answered by unlocking the door.
He’d probably prepared clothes for me again. Haa. The physiological disgust of having to wear women’s clothes again hit me, but I had no choice.
I couldn’t exactly walk around naked. I peeked through the cracked door and saw the clothes he’d left. Black women’s panties and…
…Right. I couldn’t wear men’s underwear anymore. Fine. The bra made sense too. Even the plain white t-shirt was understandable. But.
What the hell is that? What is that? It’s way too short. It might be better than a skirt, but still.
Those are dolphin pants.
“Why? You don’t like them? You can just wear the panties if you want.”
“Fuck off.”
I realized I needed to choose my curses more carefully. The way he smiled made me worry he might actually do it.
Anyway. These clothes were clearly chosen with ulterior motives. The kind that would completely expose my legs.
Just like yesterday, this bastard was clearly acting on his pervy desires. All while calling it resocialization.
If I could file a complaint, I’d flood them with reports. …No. After being orally raped, that probably wouldn’t mean anything.
I had no choice but to wear them. I put everything on one by one, but got stuck at the bra again. He’d put it on for me last time, so of course I didn’t know how.
…Whatever. I could probably get away with just the shirt. Calling him in would be too embarrassing, so I just skipped it.
I finished putting on the shirt. Then the dolphin pants… haa.
──Huuuuu. I couldn’t just wear panties. In the end, I put them on. The moment I did, one thought hit me.
It was way too revealing down there. What the hell are girls who wear these even thinking?
The feeling of my bare thighs completely exposed. It barely felt like I was wearing anything. But strangely, I wasn’t that embarrassed.
As long as I didn’t go outside in them, it was fine. Back when I was a guy, I wore shorts all the time too.
Still… compared to regular shorts, the amount of fabric was ridiculously small.
“Are you feeling better now? Oh… you look good. Do you like it?”
“Haa, no. Can’t I rest a little more? And fuck you.”
Maybe it was his version of manners—he waited until I’d finished washing and put on all my clothes before coming closer and looking at me.
Every time I saw him, I was reminded of how unnecessarily huge he was. I glared up at him with pure resentment. That same annoying smile.
He was staring straight at my chest. He must have noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra. When I quickly covered my breasts with my arms, he laughed again.
Ugh, so annoying. I wanted to punch him.
“Ulterior motives? There just weren’t any other clothes.”
“──Bullshit. You said you prepared them earlier.
If we’re doing this, let’s just get it over with. The resocialization or whatever. Today’s quota.”
The sooner we finished, the sooner I could rest. Yesterday it had dragged on until night, but if I didn’t resist today, he’d probably finish the so-called resocialization quickly.
I still had a ton of daily quests, games, and community stuff to do. I had my own life, damn it.
Only now was I starting to feel pissed about having it all stolen from me. Not that I was particularly productive, but still…
“Then, alright. Let’s head outside.”
Yeah, let’s get outside quickly and… wait, what? Huh? O-outside? No. What?
“In… in this outfit? Right now?”
“Yes, right now. Haha. But first—”
He stepped closer, and for some reason, he moved right up to me.
My face flushed again with disbelief at what I’d just heard, and I looked at him with clear displeasure.
I tried to ask what the hell he was doing, but he ignored me completely.
I even tried to ask him to explain the nonsense about going outside, but before I could—
He suddenly grabbed the tip of my breast, right where the nipple was, and squeezed hard.
“Ng, ugh, nngh!” A moan slipped out immediately. Ah, shit, another strong jolt shot straight to my head.
The moment I looked up at him with a flushed face and asked what he was doing, the shameless words that came out of his mouth were:
“Should I teach you? How to wear it properly. I don’t mind the dolphin pants, but I don’t want other people seeing you like this.”
“…Haa. Just this once.”
I was incredibly annoyed, but I had no choice but to allow it.
The fact that he’d pinpointed my nipple so accurately meant my shirt was completely see-through.
I couldn’t go out like this. I really had no choice. No choice at all.
Haa. Out of habit, I let out another long sigh, pushed his hand aside, turned around, and took off my shirt.
My breasts jiggled again… It felt strangely unpleasant and heavy.
I just couldn’t get used to these ridiculously large tits.
But he was staring at them like he loved the sight. Bastard. They’re just heavy to me.
I kept my back to him and handed him the bra.
“Here, like this. This is how you do it. Got it? If you don’t, that’s fine too.
I’m more than happy to put it on you every day.”
I had to learn this. Otherwise, he’d be groping my breasts every single day.
I watched carefully and memorized the motion. So that’s how it worked—fastening it from behind.
If I’d had a girlfriend, I would’ve known this already. Of course I didn’t.
For some reason, I kept staring at his hands. I didn’t know when he might grope me again. But this time, he fastened it properly without any harassment.
He really was impossible to read. Sometimes he seemed full of ulterior motives, sometimes not at all.
It took a bit of struggling, but I eventually managed to fasten the bra by myself with a satisfying click.
Huu, huuu. I let out a long breath and put my clothes back on. Haa. It really had felt like something was missing. Now it felt complete. And then…
A wave of belated humiliation washed over me. I was really wearing women’s underwear now?
Haha. I suddenly wanted to die.
“Alright then. Let’s go.”
Ah, right. I was supposed to go out. I’d been so focused on learning how to put on a bra that I’d completely forgotten.
Going outside itself wasn’t a problem. Honestly, I went out more often than people might think.
I went to the gym and the convenience store regularly. I didn’t love going out, but I did it.
But this was different. Completely different.
──Because I was a woman now. Because I was dressed like this. Fuck. Plus, my lower half felt so empty and exposed that there was no way I could go out like this.
If only I could wear normal pants… The shame I hadn’t really felt yesterday suddenly started creeping in.
Maybe if I just told myself these were shorts, it would be fine. But they were even shorter, and…
Some unknown embarrassment was rising from deep inside me. The shame of being seen by others.
The shame of having to go outside dressed like this suddenly hit me all at once.
It hadn’t been there yesterday. But after everything that had happened, it seemed like my sense of shame and humiliation had doubled.
I’m not even a woman. No, I am a woman… No, that’s not right. My mind is still completely male, damn it.
“J-just give me a second. Wait. At least do something about the clothes. Let me prepare a little more.”
“No.”
While I was lost in thought, he grabbed my arm again and started dragging me out.
Ah, wait. Just one minute to prepare. You crazy bastard!
I kept begging, but he wasn’t listening. His refusal was firm.
In the end, I was dragged all the way to the front door. I tried to resist with all my strength, but it was useless.
I was forcibly dragged out… Before I knew it, he’d even put shoes on my feet.
Then the door creaked open. Wait. Seriously. I still wasn’t mentally prepared—ah.
It was light……