Shopping

We had to go shopping. The strain on the underwear drawer, filled in excess for one but not two, was felt by us both. Leslie's wardrobe was on the thin side for us both to mix and match. The restrictions were now fairly light when we went to the mall.

We started shopping, first a few pairs of jeans and skirts. Next, a few blouses and shirts. The shirts were in almost unisex style. Socks, probably 10 pairs. Then we entered the shop to get underwear. I entered first, but due to limitations on the number of customers in the store, Leslie was barred. I was lost, and then a nice older lady asked if she could help. I lied something about my girlfriend being unable to go shopping, and that she needed 5-6 sets of bra and panties. Then she asked about size, and fortunately, I remembered Leslie's bra size. She roamed the store and presented the different types. There were balconettes, push up, g-strings, hipsters, etc, etc. The colour range was even wider than I could imagine. In the end, I got a package deal on 10 sets, she was quite a saleswoman, and two matching nighties on top. The nighties were gift-wrapped, I wanted to surprise Leslie. On the way out of her store, I remembered that the lady had patted me on the back a few times and I was wearing a bra.

Leaving the mall I saw a toy shop, selling the toys a girl could use on a late lonely night, called Purple rose. I noted the spot but said nothing to Leslie

At home, we spread the catch out in the living room. I had to try on everything, except for the underwear. I insisted on showering first, and I brought one new set of underwear. It was quite simple, white with delicately placed pink hearts. I showered, and paid a bit of extra attention to the ass, put on the panties, waited a bit and managed to tuck the cock away. I struggled a bit with the bra, and it was loose over the boobs since it was Leslie's size. I applied light makeup. I walked into the living room, and Leslie gave me a packet. Opening the packet, a card with a purple rose fell out. I was both terrified and curious at the same time. Of course, curiosity won, and I removed the wrapping. The box contained something flesh coloured, but no dildo. The box contained a set of boobs that would make my bust match Leslie's. She helped me fit them into the bra. She informed me that they could be loose like this in the bra, or glued to the chest. I walked over to the mirror. I almost cried. Gone were the flat-chested boy-girl, and a girl with a nice bust had taken her place. I kept on trying on clothes, but my mind kept on focusing on the breasts. I had breasts, I was more of a girl. I looked like a girl, I walked like a girl, I had long hair like a girl. I HAD BREASTS! I wanted the world to know and dared to show no one except Leslie.

At bedtime It was my turn to bear gifts. Leslie opened them and was confused for a second, then she smiled. We changed into the nighties and laid to rest in her bed. I was sorry to remove the bra and breasts but knew I was going to be well acquainted with them. We lay in the bed chatting about everything. Then she asked about how it felt to have the breasts, and I told her about the feeling of weight and of entering a new chapter in life. The lust to show them to everyone, and the need for secrecy. I started to ask questions about her breasts, how they felt, how it felt when someone touched them etc. At one point she invited me to feel her breasts through the nightie. They were soft and warm, softer than my silicone breasts, and of course warmer. Shortly after we drifted off to sleep.