Seems best really.

Shopping in hell proves to be frighteningly normal. You decide at first that all you have to do is dress like a guy and all this dickgirl or futa nonsense will be over. Sadly the more you dress like a guy the more obvious it becomes that like it or not you are a girl with a cock. Besides, you have to admit all the sexy clothes feel normal and heels are really comfortable. In the end as you step onto a ship that is supposed to take you out of hell you feel a lot better than you have since you got to this crazy place.

You are walking on a pair of cute black ankle strap pumps with 5” heels and a concealed 1” platform under the toes. A magic pouch on your hip holds a pair of sneakers and a pair of very soft leather thigh high brown boots with 3” heels. Your legs are clad in ever so soft thigh high mostly opaque grey black stockings with cute pink lace on top that peaks out from under your cute skater girl inspired pleated black skirt with a pink belt. A pink bikini hides your naughty bits and a little belly revealing tank top, black with a pair of small pink lips, completes your attire. For protection you discovered armor was way to heavy so you spent most of your money on a pair of golden bracelets that your ability to see magic and the shop keeper agree are as protective as chain mail. Hiding in a holster on your right thigh is a little steel .357 magnum 5 shot revolver. You have 50 bullets in your pack plus magic scrolls with spells to create 100 more. A little dagger is hanging from your belt, magic, but not powerful. Two pairs of jeans, three more tank tops, three more bikinis, and six pairs of colorful socks round out your packed away clothes. Beyond that you have two water canteens, a bottle of scotch, some food, a tinderbox, lighter, and cooking pot.

The ship seems normal enough, sort of pirate ship from the 1400’s maybe, but with a little hidden back up electric motor. The captain seems like a hard ass but your gold got you a private room so you shouldn’t need to worry about anyone on board. He says the trip will take a week, and as you are traveling between plains of existence that sounds good, you guess.

Two days in while you are laying out getting a tan in a cute baby blue bikini, a woman dressed head to toe in leather armor nudges you with her boot, “What are you doing?” She asks.

“Getting a tan.” You say smiling. She looks strong as hell, and has a few scars, but her tits are huge and she is pretty hot. That said you think the two of you have something else in common, but hers isn’t as easy to conceal. Under her leather armored skirt you are pretty sure lies an anaconda. “Not all of us were blessed with sexy skin tone naturally.” You add deciding her caramel colored skin is rather nice looking.

“Are you coming on to me?” She asks.

“I dunno, I think you started it. I just gave you a compliment.”

“I hear you have a private room.” She says.

“Yes.” You answer.

“Is the bed as nice as they say?” She asks.