Go shopping

You leave your office building – it’s a nice warm afternoon, you enjoy the sun on your face and on your smooth skin your new clothes bare. Somehow even the breeze feels better in this body.

You walk over to the ice cream truck that stands here as it often does and buy yourself a popsicle as you’ve often done.

As you unwrap and start to lick it, you hear a wolf whistle from one of your co-workers passing by and become fully aware of how you look, sucking on the sweet colourful shaft.

Jeez, there's really not much you can do in this body that isn't considered suggestive by those guys. Men are pigs!

Wait… what are you thinking?

Also, you do notice the giggles of a couple of female co-workers passing you by as you lick your fingers and try – inefficiently – to prevent the molten juice running down your arms.

OK, first things first – you need to go shopping. Life as a woman needs very different equipment.

You walk to a big department store a longer way off. You liked the small boutique you got your first womanly outfit from - you really needed the help of an expert, but to be honest, they were quite expensive, now that you have a general idea of what you need and want. You probably can’t really afford to get clothes to last through the week there.

As you walk though the aisles of the women’s department, you still kinda feel like a perv, especially as you eye the panties and bras, but they’re for you and it’s perfectly normal!

You pick some sets of outerwear that more or less all match the style you settled on this morning and try them on.

You take your good time in the changing room, your own reflection in the mirror still a sight to behold that makes your own pussy wet. You slide a hand between your legs. You love the feeling of your fingers on your clit and between your lips… You would have said nothing is better than nice boner two days ago, but this arousal feels – more profound. Grounded.

You hear a laughter from the cabin next to you and are pulled out of your musing. Even that is not so bad. Being interrupted mid masturbation as a man would have been – highly frustrating, now you enjoy the warmth and the tingling in your loins – cumming is not really as high a priority when your body feels so good in all stages of arousal.

You put your clothes back on, take your new outfits, grab some pretty panties and bras that are the size of the ones you wear and go the the check out. That IS a disadvantage - women's clothes are damn expensive – even in this cheaper store you spend more on that weekly supply of panties and bras than you spent on underwear in years. They do feel really nice, though. So. Kinda worth it. But still – bullshit. That's some kind of conspiracy scheme to take it out of the purse of a hard working woman like you!

Huh?

You leave the store and sigh. No use to delay it any further, it may be a bit embarrassing but you’re gonna need some female supplies.

You walk into a **** store and start with the basics. A solid brush, a big hairdryer that looks like it can handle your mane. You thought about cutting it for a while today. It’s not that you _have _to have long hair as a woman, these days, after all, but you can’t bring yourself to do it – whatever chose this exact female form for you did really well. You look stunning with long hair, even if it’s just in a simple pony tale like now. You caught yourself thinking about how to style it all day and now think of the beauticians’ business card in your purse again. You don't really have to go, you can spend all week with a pony tail, but still...

Same with make-up. You find yourself in the makeup aisle and are overwhelmed - you have no idea what to do with about 75% of this stuff. You look at yourself in one of the many mirrors that are placed here. You don't really have to use any, anyway, you're definitely a natural beauty, but you can't stop wondering what you could make of this pretty face if you knew how.

No make up. For now. You'd just look like a clown if you tried it ion your own.

But shampoo, conditioner, woman’s shower gel. A fragrance you always liked on women. At least you can smell nice.

You pick up a razor and gasp at the price. Why is this thing so much more expensive than the one you used as a man? Because it’s pink? You shove it back into the shelf - this thing does nothing that your male razor doesn’t do too, should you need to shave something this week.

You drop it all in your shopping basket and get to the hard part.

You obviously have no idea if you're going to need them these this week, but you reckon there's about a one in four chance you may and as that chauvinist pig of a boss of yours hasn't installed the vending machines in the ladies’ room at your work place, you add a box of tampons into your basket – a box of each size. You guess your new pussy is on the small side – feels like it for sure, but how would you really know? Also – how many do you need per month? Doesn't matter, you can always get more, a box should do for the start.

Now the really hardest part. You walk to the pharmacy department of the **** store and start stammering. You have NO clue if you can even get what you want without a prescription in these parts. Not something you ever spent a thought about.

“I... I need contraceptives…”

The female pharmacist smiles kindly.

“I assume pills? Condoms and diaphragms would be…”

She starts pointing but you interrupt her. God, no, nothing to complicate it even more if you get into a situation where you might need them.

“No… yes, pills… can I just… do I need a…”

“A prescription? Goodness no, thankfully, we're not in one of those uncivilised countries that make us go through that ordeal. I take it you never used birth control pills?”

You can say that loud, lady.

“No.”

“Alright, let me explain how it works.”

She does, kindly and patiently, and your regard for women grows a whole bunch, that's a lot of things to consider, just to avoid getting knocked up. Just putting on a damn condom is so much less of a hassle for guy than this is for you. You blush and remember your days as a man not so long ago. Making _you _use a condom was a _huge _hassle for every woman, for sure. You’re not going to waste energy on that bullshit from a guy now that you’re on this side.

You take a box of 28 pills – your questions if you could just have enough for a week is greeted with an amused giggle. No weekly rations available. Thank her for her patience and take your whole basket to the check out.

While she explained to you how the pills work you think you understood that if you start taking them today, your period shouldn't bother you for about three weeks. You think about putting the tampons back, but just in case you got that wrong – or your new body doesn’t fully play by the rules, you keep them. You’ll need them in three weeks anywa… No, you won’t BE a woman any more in three weeks, remember?

You put everything on the conveyor belt – blush, as the handsome cashier picks up the pill box and smiles at you.

“I wish I was the one making you need these.”

You feel flattered, but also annoyed - a combination of emotions you got a lot during most of the male - and a little less frequent female – attempts to flirt with you on this very first day of being a woman. Are all men so – uncreative and forthcoming?

You blush. Well. You probably have been, yes.

You drop it all into the bag with your new clothes and leave the store.

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