Get ready for your first day as a woman.

You turn on the water, soap yourself and start exploring your new body quite some more while washing it… washing your pussy and clit really feels good. You’re tempted to spend more time with that, but you assume you’ll spend a lot more time getting ready today, so you’ll run late, already.

Afterwards, you spent a stupid amount of time drying your blonde mane with the small hairdryer that used to be more than sufficient for your buzz-cut.

Put that on your mental list. Whatever that exactly is. Probably just googling “What do women do with their hair”, first of all. You brush it – again your small brush is highly insufficient – and try to come up with what to with with it. It’s too unruly after the shower to just leave it like this in the office. You get a rubber band from the kitchen and tie it into a pony tail. Nothing much, but it looks kinda cute.

You get to your closet. Nothing that fits much better than what you just took off – you decide on your smallest boxers, a pair of jeans shorts and an old belt that’s one hole smaller. A large T-Shirt. A little better, but still nothing fits like it should. Sneakers – great, your feet got smaller, too - and you’re out.

You can walk to work, one of the few reasons you still keep the job and on your way, you pass a clothing boutique for women. Never paid any attention to that, but now you do.

You feel your jeans slide down your waist, only to be ready to burst round your ass. Your shirt, while larger and not so tight around your breasts falls from the nipples poking through the fabric, letting the wind blow in from below. And your Sneakers are at least two sizes to big. You can’t go to work like that, you need a new outfit. You open the door hesitantly.

The sales woman smiles warmly and waves you in. She may b e five or ten years older than you - very pretty and classy, hard to tell her age.

“Welcome, hello, young lady. Are you finally finding your way to us?”

You frown.

“Do you know me?”

“You walk past our shop every morning and afternoon, right? Never visited us, though.”

“Uh…”

Of course you didn't, you walked past in the last few years as a man… apparently the reality altering of the curse reaches literarily everyone who knows you, even if it’s just cursory.

“Well. Yeah… here I am now.”

“And not a moment to soon, if you forgive me being blunt.”

She looks you up and down. You probably do look a little silly in your men’s clothes.

“Well. Yeah, didn’t… pay much attention to my clothes, lately. I guess I need a whole new outfit.”

“All of it?”

You nod. Her smile widens

“Alright. Outerwear, underwear, shoes, accessories….”

She looks a the bulges in your pockets – wallet, keys, phone...

“The one thing men’s clothes are superior in, I have to admit. You won't find anything here with pockets deep enough for – your needs, so you need a purse as well.”

You feel yourself flushing at the idea. She smiles at you.

“Or maybe a backpack, Depending on how much you'll change your… tomboy style.”

She looks you up and down again, paying attention to details. Like your hair.

“Goodness, is that a rubber band?”

She takes it out carefully – still hurts a little. Guess that’s why you don't use those - goes behind the counter and comes back with a pink – thing...

“Here, take this scrunchy! As a gift for a new customer.”

… scrunchy, apparently. You pull your hair back with it. Feels a lot better, you have to admit.

“And if I may recommend a barber? The pony tail look is cute, but there’s SO much potential in that hair…”

She hands you a stylish business card.

“They do cosmetics as well. Tell them I sent you, you won’t need an appointment… Anyway… Follow me please. Let’s start with the outerwear, the rest follows according to your choices. Do you want to keep your general – androgynous look, but with clothes more - fitting? Or maybe something more business like, you are going to an office every day, right? Or something sexy? I sense a very nice body under those sacks you war, maybe want to show it off a little more?”

“I…”, you feel overwhelmed.

“OK, let’s just try a bit of everything.”

She takes you to he changing rooms and heads off

You undress slowly, looking at yourself in the mirror. Again. A sight to behold topless, even in your baggy boxer-shorts. The curtain opens and she hands you three outfits. Another woman might have covered her tits, but that's a reflex you don’t have...

“Oops. Sorry, I didn't know you’re already undressed.”

She scans your body and smiles approvingly. Except at the boxers, of course.

“Such a perfect figure. I don't know what you've been thinking, wearing men's clothes. Take that thing off please, that’s going to make bulges under everything I got you. We'll get you more appropriate undies later.”

You hesitate, making her giggle.

“We’re among women here, no reason to be ashamed.”

Nothing you could believably say against that. You drop the boxers, presenting your well trimmed blonde bush to another person for the first time. She admires it notably before leaving.

The first outfit is a little similar to what you’re wearing like Porsche is similar to a Hummer. Denim shorts and a white t-shirt with a designer logo on the left chest. Only these clothes are definitely tailored to the female form. The shirt hugs your tits instead of squeezing them in or hanging from them loosely. The shorts are almost hot pants – quite short, but surprisingly comfortable. They shape your cheeks without restricting them and sit perfectly close to your small waist.

The second is more formal, a grey skirt, reaching down to a little above your knees, and a tight, white blouse, hugging your chest. It all sits tight – your ass looks great in this skirt - but gives you space to move at the same time. It makes you feel classy while at the same time quite sexy, still.

Nothing compared to the third outfit, though: a tight, short pink skirt, hardly half away down to your knees, stretching tightly around your ass, and a pink crop not only showing your midriff but also deeply cut for cleavage. It’s not too slutty for work – stretches the dress code a little, maybe, but you’ve seen women in his office in stuff similar to this. Those who don’t mind some attention...