You try on Esther's clothes.

You can tell Esther is doing her "girly shopping trip" routine as she preens over what different outfits you could wear. "Esther," you say in a flat dramatic tone, "I just want something conservative that is not going to attract eyes that can get me eleven months without getting pregnant." Esther teases at the worst possible time, given what she has done, "What, are you afraid you won't be able to close your legs before then you slut?"

She senses your venom angled specifically in her direction after she says it. "Fine.", she relents and hands blue jeans and white T-shirt. "I'm telling you girl, with a body like that, no amount of covering up is going to keep the boys away.", she informs you in a heavy but somewhat amused way. You thought to yourself as you glared at her, "don't you think I know that, bitch?" You noticed the definitively catty "bitch" on the end of your thought process.

"Jesus," you elaborated inside your head, "my brain must be different from the hormones too. But I'm still me, right?" You sighed and responded in resignation, "I know. I'm afraid I might lose control over myself. You gave me eleven extra strength pills all at once. You and I have both known xchange girls that were like complete nymphos on one..."

Esther's eyes opened wide at the thought of it. She had intended to use eleven pills as a punishment for the length of time she and her ex had been together: 1 year, but if she had wanted to destroy his life, she would have used a Plus and moved a few states over. It hadn't crossed her mind that Xtra increases sexual desire on top of pregnancy risk and duration.

"Oh shit. Look girl," she rummaged through her dresser, pulled out a blue dildo of about seven inches, threw it to you, and said, "you're gonna need that. You can't just let your desire get out of hand. You've gotta take care of it." You scoffed and replied, "I suppose you're probably right. I've been a man after all. Uhmm... did you clean this?" "Look, if you want to take a stroll down to the sex shop today and get one your self, we can do that. But first, get dressed.", she replied authoritatively.

The jeans didn't fit very well, you were decidedly larger both down below and up top. You were bursting out of them and the shirt was very tight, accentuating both your hips and your busoms. All in all, you were pretty uncomfortable, you could bet that if you bent over the wrong way, a button or three might pop. "Yeah," Esther pondered with her fingers on her chin, "we need to get you some new clothes, but this will do for now. "

"Jeez," you mutter, "I can't believe you all have to deal with all this... stuff." You tap your breast to see it jiggle. It was totally different experiencing it from the other end. You think out loud while pacing in front of her dresser, "Ok, so I guess we can go shopping for new clothes... But we also need to find somewhere I can work for eleven months that won't ask any questions... What do people even do in these situations? I don't even know where to begin."

"Uhm," Esther answers shrugging, "maybe we could google it?"