Belonging and acceptance with the mirror resembling fact.

They were led to a section by Julie and she carefully picked out a few choice outfits handing them over. They took them and examined, while their fingertips stroked over the material. Despite feeling like an outcast in this strange new land. They found themselves enamoured drawn to the siren call of such prospects. Enchant and bewilder. Their mind was a cacophony of confusion. Julie did not rush them, instead simply letting them take in the wonder. If anyone had told them would have been standing here a few weeks ago, they would have scoffed.

Yet now here they were.

Freedom, liberation they called, they sang. Gripping the fabric, they trembled. They understood what came next, but even that step was scary, overwhelming, just too much. To swim not drown in these unknown waters, the very prospect felt impossible. Who were they? Perhaps it was time to just admit, fully acknowledge they were no longer the person who stepped in. Instead they incubating, becoming something else. Someone else, a new person.

Finally, Julie spoke, "Not to be rude Ms, but I suggest you go and try these on." glancing up, they suddenly were hyper aware of their surroundings. Unlike before they had completely forgotten where they stood. Now, with the dream shattered, they nodded. And head towards the changing room.

Without hesition once the door was closed over, they stripped down carefully placing clothes on a the bench. Staring at themselves, they grew far more aware of changes, their figure was not entirely male, nor was feminine, instead it seemed to dance that line. Rather than being afraid, even horrified, they smiled. This felt right, picking up the panties he lightly lowered his legs into them and then pulled them up. Once more they stared in the mirror, they loved how it accenuated their figure, drew out their hips and ass.

Exhaling they followed with the bra, taking a few attempts to fasten.

After finally achieving this, he stared into the mirror and felt themselves wishing, wanting, needing, craving to be even more feminine, they wanted to draw guys eyes and make others imagine torrid dalliances with them. Just who was the person before? Did it matter, he did not matter, she was no longer that person? Was she ever, instead gazed fondly at her body.

As acceptance sunk in more changes started, her member continued to shrink, followed by the her hips widening and ass filling her, her beautiful small breasts began to fill out further. It was not fast enough, she wanted that moron to be impossible to dredge back. Who was she? She did not know right now, but she knew she was a she, had she always a she?

After trying on multiple pairs she picked out two thongs, three pairs of brief, some tanga style panties and finally hipsters. After picking out a few bras everything she had tried despite hesitation earlier, she had spent two hours exploring these new waters. Each time she admired herself in the mirror, changes continued, still gradual, but now far more frequent, as the status quo was being embraced.

To think this had started with that Bike, now she was blooming into the women she was meant to be.