To the mall

After showering you slide into some unassuming underwear followed by jeans and a t-shirt. You do a decent job drying and styling your hair before attempting to apply makeup. You make your best attempt before ultimately asking for your mother's help, which she is eager to give. You take a few minutes to relax while she gets ready herself, eventually descending the stairs wearing a crimson red dress with a relatively conservative cut and a pair of low black heels. You detect the characteristic scent of her favorite perfume as she grabs the car keys, "Ready to go?" she asks.

A little while later you and your mother are looking for a parking spot at the mall. You had a license of your own, well two licenses really, one with Nick's name and a good fake with your new name, but you hadn't attempted to drive as a female yet.

Once inside you are led by your mother into an upscale department store, like a Nordstrom or something along those lines. You follow from a distance as she quickly finds what she's looking for: a black dress, then underwear and finally shoes, "We haven't got a ton of time, so lets hope I've gotten this right on the first try," she says as she leads you to the dressing rooms, now practically dragging you as you begin to dread the thought of wearing these items.

In the dressing room alone, you strip off your shoes, jeans, and t-shirt, seriously wondering whether they have cameras in these things for the first time in your life. Deciding that it would somehow be better to not be completely nude all at the same time, you remove your bra first and replace it with the lacy black affair supplied by your mom. Studying your new panties, you find them to be entirely lace, from waist to crotch. You were liking this shopping trip less and less by the minute.

Regardless you quickly strip off your old panties and try on the new ones. Finding that they fit, you begin putting on the dress. Somewhat surprisingly you have little trouble with this and a moment later you are considering going out in public for the first time wearing something this unmistakably feminine. Looking in the mirror you shoot yourself a look of disgust over how much skin you were showing. The dress wasn't especially short, but your pale freckled arms, legs, and cleavage were all on display.

You are still in the middle of a staring match with yourself when your mom knocks on the door and asks to enter.