A wardrobe malfunction

He trailed off distracted by a persistent itch.

“Ow.” he said scratching himself “oh, shit that stings, what is that?”

The itch spread and intensified into painful burning as he squirmed and scratched, vainly trying to find relief. Finally, he tore the shirt off and threw it to the floor revealing angry red welt all over his body wherever the fabric had been in contact with his skin. After a few minutes, the itching subsided and the marks faded away leaving his skin unblemished again.

Unwilling to admit defeat he tried on a pair of baggy sweatpants, then a bathrobe, even just wrapping a towel around himself. Wearing clothes of any kind seemed to trigger the same painful reaction.

Finally, he gave up on the idea and slumped on his couch still damp and naked. He considered calling an ambulance but what could they do? Other than suddenly being a girl he felt fine. Better than fine in fact, he felt good, refresh and invigorated in a way he never did on a Monday morning. He spent a little time exploring his new anatomy finding his skin was a little more sensitive than usual. Touching his breasts and vagina felt pleasant but too strange for him to really enjoy.

Sighing he stared up at the ceiling wondering what the hell he should do next?