Let's go to the mall!

Mark decided that his best bet would be the one mall in the Waco area. He was incredibly embarrassed to be out and about in the ill-fitting hodgepodge of clothing he currently had on, but he had little choice.

He would find some basic clothing to get him through the next few days before he could make it to a real store.

After dodging the various people in the parking lot who seemed determined to become roadkill, he parked his green Toyota Tundra and quickly went inside one of the large anchor stores that sold clothing and shoes.

He had no idea how panties were sized, so he asked a surprisingly friendly employee who was restocking the section for help. Mark was relieved that, while the college-age woman seemed curious about his silver irises that showed the world he was still a man, she did not act in a sexual or flirtatious manner. He thought he would have set a speed record getting out of the store if the girl had tried flirting.

The girl pulled a measuring tape from a nearby cabinet and quickly measured Mark’s new curvy waist. She helped him find a package of panties that she said were comfortable, and then led him over to where he could find some leggings. He was still taller than the women for whom most leggings had been designed, but the store carried a few in black, bright blue, and red that would fit him. He got one of each.

He took several XL-sized T-shirts in different colors and some dark gray slip-on deck shoes.

He reached into his wallet stashed in his hoodie’s pocket. He slipped the girl a $50 bill to thank her for her help, even though the girl protested.

After paying for the clothes, the store manager permitted Mark to use a fitting room to change.

He was stripping off his clothing when he heard a female voice.

“Hello? Is there a man in here?”

Mark thought that she was another employee coming to clear out unsold merchandise, so he replied in his still masculine voice, “Occupied! Sorry!”

He then continued to take off his ill-fitting clothing.

Mark was shocked a minute or more later when a naked woman crawled under the door of the fitting room. A sexy brunette with green eyes, almost as tall as him, stood up. Her body reminded him of some of the more muscular but sexy women he often saw going into the gym next door to his favorite Tex-Mex restaurant. She was muscular, but not in a way that looked remotely unhealthy, and her breasts looked to be at least a D-cup or slightly larger.

“Thank god you’re in here,” she gasped. Her voice was thick with lust. “I don’t care who you are, but this virus had me almost fucking a creepy guy in MAGA gear out in the mall. I can feel my mind fading, but there’s enough of me left not to want to be claimed in public.”

She kissed the surprised Mark hard. Mark’s newly enlarged nipples hardened with lust. She noticed. “Please fuck me! I can’t take it anymore!”

Even through his lust, Mark was aware of what was going on.