Jeans and a T-shirt

"Well, I guess this is better than nothing." Your high pitched voice remarks as you lift a pair of blue jeans and a small white t-shirt up for display. You notice black lace panties and a matching bra were underneath as well as purple socks and simple white tennis shoes.

"At the moment this is all we have to offer. You are more than welcome to wear your original clothes you came with." Dr. Lybeck gestures towards the suit hanging on the wall. "Though I believe they will be quite large for your new physical proportions." Her dry response irks your senses. Of course they'll be too big for you but she doesn't have to be so rude about it. She's probably best suited for the lab with this sense of compassion.

With a sigh you respond, "Fine, is there somewhere I can change?"

Sam reaches out towards the wall and begins to pull a hanging curtain you failed to notice around the hospital bed. It's not the best but at least it provides some form of privacy. You jump off of the bed, first noticing your new height is much shorter than before. You estimate you are now somewhere around five and half foot now. Standing feels odd as you learn to balance with this large weight hanging from your chest. Your hands instinctively come up to grab hold of your D-cup breasts. "This is going to take a lot of getting used to." you think to yourself. With another sigh you reach out and grab the black panties. They are soft and delicate with decorative holes dispersed throughout the lace pattern. You place both legs within them and begin raising them up your new feminine form.

The sheer complexity of the transformation hadn't really dawned on you until now. You feel the fabric slide slowly up your clean shaven legs. Yes, you now have shaved legs. You never shaved your legs before, but there they were, bare and sensitive to each touch. You continue pulling them up and sigh as you attempt to push your slightly engorged cock into these tight panties. They fits so snugly on your body. You feel them slightly hugging your ass, this new impression of being just barely held by something pretty and soft. And it is pretty as you look down at yourself, though you're completely aware of the bulge within those lace panties, you hope no one else will notice. "Hmmmmm" you wonder what other new thoughts may be coming with this new body.

You look over and grab the black bra. "Uh oh," you think. Taking one off is one thing, putting one on is something else. You seem to recall seeing women sometimes put them on backwards and then rotating them around, so you try that. You get it hooked and spun around. Immediately you notice how weird and foreign it feels. This contraption wrapped around your chest, binding you within, and yet you are also very aware of how it suddenly improved your cleavage.

Without thinking you blurt out, "Damn those are some nice titties!" And quickly bring your hand to your mouth. You notice you're giggling at yourself and it sounds so very cute, which just brings out more giggling.

“Are you ok in there? Do you need a hand?” Sam’s voice calls out to you.

“Uhm… No, I’m fine. Just…. Just… I’m just about ready.”

“Ok”

You grab the jeans and struggle to pull them up because they are so tight. Finally you manage with a little wiggling to get them all the way over your wide hips and zip them up. They're uncomfortably tighter than you're used to as you feel them pressing over every inch of your hips. Your bulge is still very obvious, so you pull them back down and attempt to tuck your cock between your legs. You yank the pants back up and are satisfied with the results. You look back at your ass wondering what it looks like and are pleasantly surprised by how nicely it's displayed. Apparently you’ll be exhibiting quite the look today no matter how much you may want for more modest clothing. You reach out and put on the t-shirt. It’s extremely form-fitting, especially in the chest region as you slide it on. You pull your hair out from the t-shirt as a small grumble escapes while you become more aware of your predicament. There are so many things you're not ready for. You put your socks on and then slip into the impossibly small shoes yet they fit your dainty new feet perfectly. Thoughts begin to drift to how amazing it is that they had the right size for you but you are quickly distracted by Samantha pulling the curtain back.

“C’mon, aren’t you…” She stops midsentence as she stands there staring at you.

“What?” Suddenly very self conscious, “Did I put something on wrong? What is it? It’s the shirt right? Is it backwards? Oh my God, can you see IT?” Throwing your hands down to cover your groin, hoping you've hidden your male appendage well.

“No, no, no. It’s just.” Giggling she continues, “It’s just that you’re so damn hot! I would have never thought it before but Wow! That…” And she points drawing a line from top to bottom and back up again, “is sexy.” She says with a raised eyebrow.

You look down, this sudden feeling of uncomfortable shyness coming over you, feeling completely on display. Your arms crossing over your breasts, hands grabbing hold of opposite shoulders. Your eyes look timidly up at Samantha, “Really?”

“Yes." She calls out over her shoulder, "Doc, what do you say?”

“She is a fine specimen. As I expected she would be.”

“See, I wouldn’t lie to you.” She reaches out for your hand. “Now, we have some work to do.”

“Work?” You inquire. What is she talking about.

“Well, first, we need to come up with a new name for you.” And she walks you a few steps over towards a full length mirror on one of the walls. “Because John isn’t going to work anymore.” And she places you directly in front of the mirror.

A gasp escapes your lips. There she is. Staring directly at you. This beauty of a woman. Long straight red hair, simple yet delicate eyebrows, bright blue eyes with long lashes blink as you blink. Soft button nose and plush lips that purse as you command. Lightly tanned skin. And she was right, that outfit, the tight white t-shirt and super skintight blue jeans accenting those hips all the way down towards the little white tennis shoes, it highlights every sexual detail. She’s hot. Wait, You’re hot.

You begin turning slightly, examining your facial features, your movements, striking short little poses. Timidly at first, as you brush your hair back behind your ear, smiling at the girl in the mirror. Snickering slightly as each pose grows a little more sexy, a little more sly. Shifting your weight to one leg to accentuate the hourglass curve then softly biting on one finger. Performing on this stage as an actress for your own viewing.

Samantha’s laughing brings you back to the present, “Hey sexy! I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’ll have plenty of time for that. So, what do you think about a name? What’s her name?” She points at the mirror. “What’s your name?” And she points directly at you.

"Well, uh," You look back in the mirror and the first name pops in your head, "I guess, I kind of always liked Jane?"

“Jane.” She repeats and it does sound nice.

"Sure, she looks like a Jane. I think that's an excellent name," She states looking in the mirror from behind. A genuine smile forms on Sam's face as she turns you around to look you in the eyes, "and you're the sexiest Jane I've ever seen."