Getting Dressed

Josie just couldn't decide what to wear.

She was so used to wearing heavy, concealing clothing and that just wouldn't do anymore. Covering up to the degree she was used to would mark her as a freak here just as much as her cock had at home, but she couldn't bring herself to go might-as-well-be-naked the way Trixie and most others did either. She needed to wear something.

She wasn't sure if she should be mad or grateful that her mother had provided her with some clothes more in line with what was common here. None of the pieces seemed to have enough material to them, and some of them seemed to be more air with a few bits of thread floating in it than clothes.

She glanced at her watch and realized she was out of time. Trixie would be here to pick her up at any minute, and she needed to get dressed.

Tossing one revealing piece of clothing after another aside, in the end she was left staring at her usual sweats, a heavy t-shirt, and a skirt she hadn't worn for years which she knew wouldn't hide a hardon.
She sighed, and put the skirt aside. She didn't want to dress like a prude worlder, but that was what she was. Maybe she'd be more comfortable in the future, but for now she just couldn't bear the thought of going to a new school with her body on display.

She felt like it was a bit of a compromise that she put on one of the bras her mother had picked out, a black silky-lacey thing that turned out to be a lot more comfortable than it looked, and putting the sweater in her bag instead of putting it on over the t-shirt. She had just pulled on her sweatpants and tied her sneakers when the doorbell rang and the front door opened and Trixie called out for her.

"Josie? Are you ready?"Refusing to look at herself in the mirror and feeling like a cowardly failure, Josie hurried down the stairs.

"I'm ready. Let's go."