Mark goes to a big-box store.

Mark decided that his best bet would be a simple big-box store, even though he usually wanted a shower after going into the store known for its cheap quality, criminally low wages, and a greeter at the door. He loathed everything about the place, but this was an emergency.

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. He ignored the greeter and went straight to the underwear section.

He had no idea how panties were sized, so he asked the bored teen employee who was restocking the section for help. Mark was relieved that, while the teen 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 the leggings had been designed, but the store carried a few in black, bright blue, red, and American flag that would fit him. He got one of each except for the American flag pattern.

He took several XL-sized T-shirts in different colors.

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, Mark went into the men’s restroom without thinking of his new appearance. He was grateful to whatever gods were looking over him that an employee was just then leaving with a mop bucket, so it was not as nasty as was normal for a public restroom.

He was stripping off his clothing in the handicapped stall when he heard a female voice.

“Hello? Is there a man in here?”

Mark thought that she was another employee coming to clean the restroom, 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 stall. 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 that creepy greeter when I came in the store. 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.