New Clothes, New Life

Luckily, the department store was mostly empty when Millie entered. Even so, she drew looks from everyone she crossed paths with. At first it was mortifying, especially when she entered the womens clothing section. Several pairs of eyes fixed on her, regarding her as an outsider, and an invader. Millie didn't blame them. Her bulging adam's apple, hunky arms, and crotch package gave her away instantly as a member of the opposite team. Still, it hurt to be so quickly clocked and exiled by her former sisters.

Millie did her best to keep her head down and look for clothes that would fit her new body, but soon a new problem presented itself. Just as the women were noticing Millie, Millie was noticing them. Try as she might to keep to herself, she kept glancing up and catching sight of a set of lithe legs or a swelling chest. Her cheeks flushed and blood pumped into her penis, causing it to surge down the inside of her thigh.

"Focus on the clothes, Millie," she said, snatching up a handful of very large bras.

It felt like an eternity before Millie had enough clothes to warrant entering a changing stall. She pushed past the clerk at the front as fast as she could, noticing the gentle swells of the woman's breasts as she did so.

No sooner had Millie entered the stall did her penis reach its full erection, tenting her pants embarrassingly. A dark spot was already forming on the beige fabric. Millie yanked the pants down, exposing her throbbing manhood to the cool air. A dribble of hot, slightly luminescent fluid leaked from the angry purple tip.

"Juh-jesus! No wonder boys are such uncontrollable perverts!"

Millie cupped her bulging glans and let out a deep, sonorous gasp. Then, moving as if in a trance, she slid her fingers down to the base. The feeling was sublime, like itchy lightning.

"Is this what boys do? Is this, ugh, jerking off?"

Millie rubbed her penis rhythmically, feeling the mounting tension like a storm on the horizon. Her balls felt tight and heavy. They needed relief.

Relief? Yes, that what was she needed. She needed to let off a little steam, that was all.

Each successive stroke brought Millie a little closer to oblivion. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she felt disgusted by what she was doing. For so many years she had judged boys for engaging in this very act, and now she was doing it in a women's changing room of all places. Even so, it wasn't like she was going to stop. It felt too good.

Images of breasts filled Millie's head. Big boobs. Little boobs. Soft boobs. Tight boobs. Perky Boobs. Fat, saggy boobs. She couldn't stop thinking about girls. It felt wrong to fantasize about such things. Brad was her true love, not any of those chicks out there. Still, her body yearned for that supple softness.

Soon, it became apparent Millie was coming to a dangerous climax. In desperation, she looked for a place to deposit her shame. The only option was her purse. It would have to do. She jammed the bulging head of her cock in the opening just in time for the first spurt. She kept her free hand over her mouth to silence her deep new voice.

Millie nearly filled her purse with steaming, glowing spunk. Nothing was spared. Her keys and cards were all slathered in the stuff. Millie plucked out a sperm covered credit card and wiped it off as best she could (it still remained a little sticky no matter what she did), and then she zipped up her purse.

In the aftermath of her orgasm, Millie suddenly felt cold and clearheaded. She was repulsed by what she did, and tried her best to focus on the task at hand instead. She tried several bras on, finally settling on a staggering 42GG. Her new t-shirt size was XXL, and even those were snug around the arms. She picked out the pairs that fit, left what didn't, and stormed out of the dressing room, doing her best to not make eye contact with the clerk.

The next stop was the men's department, prompting an even stranger, if less unpleasant experience. Like the women, the men noticed Millie, but their reactions were less judgmental and more confused. She watched as their eyes flitted across her breasts and muscles, trying to peg her. Sometimes, she would make hard eye contact with one and watch him wither. She was taller and bigger than most of them, and there was a special pleasure in intimidating them. It was so strange to think that only a few hours prior, she had been a wimpy, scrawny little girl and now she was basically an alpha male.

Make way, little boys. A real man is coming through.

It was a thought so strange it made Millie want to giggle. At the same time, it seemed ridiculous and alien, yet correct.

Millie grabbed large boxers. The era of her wearing panties was now over. The delicate, lacy garments were hopeless when it came to containing Millie's bulging manhood. She also grabbed some t-shirts, hoodies, and sweatpants that seemed like the would fit her new body more comfortably.

The girl at checkout was a chubby redhead with a kind face and a large bust. Millie tried her best to maintain eye contact as she handed over her (somewhat sticky) card, but it was a challenge.

"Your card smells weird," the girl said as she took a sniff.

Millie froze, terrified that she had been caught. The girl sniffed again, harder, and turned bright red. Her eyes became glassy, and then bright and watery. She bit her lower lip.

"Are you a bodybuilder?"

"What?" Millie tried to keep her voice to a whisper to hide the deepness of it.

"You look like a bodybuilder. Your arms are huge!"

"Um, thanks?"

"No, seriously, your arms are massive! They're...they're kinda hot," the clerk huffed. "You definitely work out. You're massive!"

"Uh, yeah...sometimes."

"Only sometimes? Jesus, dude. You must have good genetics then. Most guys would kill for a body like that."

Most guys. Millie thought about correcting the girl, but held off. The girl was cute, and the attention was kind of nice.

"Thanks...I, um, try," Millie spoke louder, allowing the true depth of her voice to be heard.

"Can I...um...oh God...can I touch them?"

"My arms?"

The clerk nodded. Millie hesitantly assented. The giggly redhead reached across the counter and patted Millie's enormous bicep. The contact was exciting and intense. Feeling the redhead coo over her muscular body was thrilling and strange. Millie felt the blood pumping back into her penis as she began to flirt with the girl. She could feel her new urges taking over. Oonok's desires, implanted in her brain, that demanded she breed and breed and breed.

"Sandy, stop bothering the customer," a manager snapped from afar.

Immediately, Sandy regained her composure and went back to ringing Millie up like nothing ever happened. Millie felt a little deflated.

Sandy grabbed the receipt and began writing on the back, "we have a special promotion. You should really look into it."

Millie took the receipt and read it as she walked to the bathroom near the exit. A phone number was scribbled on the back along with the words "call me!"

It was unbelievable. Millie had been a boy for only a few hours and she was already getting hit on! Hell, she wasn't even a full boy. She had tits for Christ's sake!

Millie briefly froze in front of the bathrooms. Which one should she use? With hesitation, Millie slipped into the women's room. She wasn't ready to confront the truth so fully just yet. She locked herself in a stall and did her best to clean out her purse before peeing. The hot, bubbly stream of urine shot out of her like a fire hose. It was so much more satisfying than peeing as a girl. Next, she changed into one of the boy t-shirts and baggy sweatpants. It was a simple fit, but not a bad one. The clothes were tight enough to show off her new goods while still giving her enough plausible deniability between the legs.

The night was still young, but Millie didn't go back to her dorm just yet. She wasn't ready to face Jada. Besides, she wanted to walk in this new life a little. Down city streets and narrow alleys, she drew glances from all walks of life. There were looks of fear, of challenge, and of lust. At first, Millie cowered from them, but as she walked, she grew more comfortable. She stood up straight and let her hulking new physique do the talking.

She thought about calling the number and railing the shit out of the buxom redhead. The thought agonized her, but she fought it with her whole heart.

"I love Brad."

But could her love survive these urges? She wandered and wandered, trying to find an answer, and returned home in the wee hours of the night feeling hot and lusty. She quietly slipped under the covers, hoping against hope that Jada was still asleep, and drifted off into a Dreamland full of tits to grab and pussies to fill. This was going to be very hard.