Downtown

You run blindly, stumbling and ungainly in Rachel Priest’s cast off heels until the pain from your ankles and unsupported breasts forces you to stop. You wander around for what seems like hours slowly adapting to your new centre of gravity and realigned hips until you start to feel a little more comfortable only occasionally tripping over your heels.

With nowhere particular to you head downtown hoping to lose yourself in the crowds, unfortunately, your new body doesn't exactly blend in, even without makeup and in mismatched borrowed clothes you are drawing quite a lot of attention.

It seems like just about every man in the street is looking at you, most stealing furtive glances at your tits or turning to watch your ass as you pass. A few openly ogling you like you're some piece of meat. It feels creepy as hell but you can't really blame them, just this morning you probably would have done the same thing. What's really messing with your head though, are the women. As a guy you were used to the occasional second glance, now every woman you pass looks at you in one of two ways. Either with poorly concealed envy or like they want to scratch your eyes out. It's a constant reminder of how much you have changed.

Eventually, you can't take anymore unwanted attention and dash into the nearest store.

Inside you look around and find you are in...