Dress quickly, but go to Nicholas.

You can’t just run away, not when Nicholas is the only one who might know anything about what happened to you. Even if it turns out that he’s the one that did this to you… he’d still know how to change you back.

You open up a drawer of Helen’s bras and other lingerie, stare at it for a moment, then throw up your hands. Forget it! If you wear something thick enough he won’t be able to see your… those breasts anyway.

After discarding what seems to be a warehouse full of feminine fashions, you find what appears to be some sort of thick dress and pull it on. The more time you spend in here the more impatient you get, and you open the door and stride outside without taking a good look at yourself.

You find Nicholas waiting at the dining table. When he sees you, his eyes go wide for a second, then his lips part in a wide, appreciative grin.

“Wh-what the hell are you looking at?” you stammer.

“A sexy exhibitionist, apparently,” he says.

“How dare –“

“Daring is exactly what I’d call a girl meeting up with a boy wearing nothing but a sweater and panties. “

What?

You cover yourself with your arms in a distinctively feminine fashion, conscious of the long expanse of leg that you can do nothing to cover, and the tantalizing glimpse of your panties just beneath the hem of the sweater. You pull down desperately with both hands, but that just gives the young man an eyeful of your cleavage, and the uncovered breasts that heave just beneath the cloth.

“D-don’t look!” you squeal. Girlishly.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” says Nicholas, and your face heats up even further, your mind racing at the thought of what seeing you like this might do to a man.

Then Nicholas...