34DD

34DD

That's what the label inside Tim's bra said. That's right. Tim's bra. Tim had a bra.

For the second time that day, Tim found himself in the washroom cleaning himself up. Another shower, this one quicker to wash the sweat and sex off, then toweling himself off, staring at his reflection in the partially steamed mirror. He was looking more and more like a woman. Sure, he still had his penis, but the addition of his 34DD breasts to short, slight frame had created more than the start of an incredibly feminine silhouette. Turning from side-to-side and Tim couldn't deny it. With his smooth, hairless skin added into the mix, he had very little left to identify him as a male.

There was no helping it. Justice had told him that there would be no going back on his trades, not without some serious negative consequences. Even the one trade where she had had mercy on him, giving him the ability to own his own clothes, it had been an augment of the previous trade, still forcing him to dress like a woman. This was his life now. The life of a man with 34DD breasts.

Tim used his towel to clear a portion of the mirror of steam and leaned in to fix up his face. It was second nature, done with no thought at all. Each time he did it he found himself with a slightly different look. Not that it mattered to him how much makeup he applied. Tim only cared to lose the craving, the gnawing deep inside that reminded him to look perfectly made up. Once his face was done, he packed up his supplies and felt the tension in his shoulders release. The relief wouldn't last forever, but it would at least let him function.

Then he got dressed. First he slid on a fresh pair of panties, a white lace pair that matched the 34DD bra that he put on next. Immediately the flirty part of his personality took over, encouraging him to pose, to blow his reflection a kiss, to sway to music that was silently playing in his imagination. Tim knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He needed practice! Soon he'd be leaving the solitude of the washroom and the eyes of his girlfriends would be on him. Part of him remembered how he would have been acting prior to his trades, how he would never be putting himself on display like he was, but that part of him was drowned out by the need to be seen, the desire to be admired.

He stepped into a blue Aztec patterned skirt that, despite being quite short, still had a short slit on the side. Staring only at his flat behind and masculine waist, Tim was able to, briefly, push the image of his body being completely feminine, if only for a moment. Then he slipped his arms into a dark blue blouse, one that would have fit him quite differently the day before, but now had an entirely new cut to it. He didn't bother with the top buttons, preferring to show off his cleavage and the top of his 34DD bra. He knew he was a tease, but the attention he would gain would be worth it.

Backing away from the mirror, Tim took himself in. Sexy. There was no denying it. Perhaps the magic that had made him unnaturally attractive was beginning to work on himself, but the truth was that he saw the bizarre image in front of him, the hybrid of masculine and feminine, the barely recognizable version of himself, as sexy. What's more, he couldn't wait to share his sexiness. His girlfriends were waiting for him, and so was the rest of the world. Armed with his 34DD breasts, Tim turned toward the door and reached for the handle.

It was showtime.