Time to get out for a while

So much has happened in such a short time frame. You need to think, you need to figure this out. And you do that best when you're working out.

You return to the closet and find a pair of black yoga pants and some sneakers. You quickly pull off the uncomfortably short skirt, sigh as you look at your white lace panties and pull up the pants. Just that small amount of control in deciding what you wear helps you feel so much better. You find a t-shirt that looks comfy, it's yellow and plain but something you think will work just fine. After removing the blouse and trying not to think about the large breasts you have, you squeeze into the shirt. It's tighter than you'd like but at least it feels nice. You slip into the tennis shoes and take a look at yourself in the full body mirror.

Damn you're a hottie. The Yoga pants leave little to the imagination, and probably aren't much better than the short skirt but at least you feel covered. Your nipples are blatantly obvious behind the tight shirt but you figure this is good enough for now. You look around and find a few hair ties, grabbing one to pull your red hair back in a pony tail. So many things you aren't ready for in this body, but you're doing your best to make do.

“No thinking,” you whisper. “Just feel the muscles working. Put everything into place.”

You head out the door and down the stairs. There's a sign that points you to the exit that reads "Enjoy the Transfomika Conservation Area. Please limit your excursions to marked trails only. Transformika holds no responsibility for any accidents which occur beyond laboratory confines."

Outside it's a beautiful day. Sunny and fresh, the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves fills the air. You see a marker, "Hiking trail 12 km." exactly what you were looking for. You take a deep breath and leap into action.

"Whoa!" Your hands immediately raise up to hold your straining breasts. They bounce hard, pulling against your skin with each running step. "Fuck!" You sigh, "This is why they wear sports bras." What have you gotten yourself into? How are you ever going to get used to this? You bite back the pain. No thinking. Hands pressing against your tits you manage to support them enough to continue with your run even if it does feel awkward. One foot in front of the other.

The dirt trail winds through the woods. Your breathing is rushed but you match a rhythm with the sound of your footfalls. Trees and rocks speed by while your mind begins to wander. Inevitably you begin to notice your small feet, your dainty hands, a long strand of red hair that's been bouncing in your view.

Not wanting to consider it, you pick up the pace again. Just run. Before long you're lost in the moment. Running along the trail, trees rushing past. The empty sounds of the forest drowned out by your heavy breathing. After twenty minutes the sweat is dripping into your eyes and you stop to catch your breath.

Your heart pounds as you rest against a nearby tree. You look around and notice the quiet solitude. Other than the obvious well worn trail of dirt you'd think you were lost miles within the woods. You stare out at an intricate web between some low hanging branches. A spider waits patiently for her next meal. Birds sing out high above. It's so peaceful and relaxing, you just want to stay here and enjoy it for a while. It's so secluded. You recall that you haven't seen anyone during the entire run, just you and the forest... anything could happen and no one would know.