Underwear!

She smiles.

“For the piece de resistance!”

She leads to the changing rooms again, heads back into the store come back with three sets of underwear.

You try them all on, with her present, definitely admiring your body. And the only piece of jewellery you wear.

“What a beautiful necklace. If I may say, it’s not really matching your style. Is it an heirloom?”

She touches the blue gleaming stone of the old woman's necklace.

“More a like a gift…”, you stammer.

“From someone special?”

She winks.

“She sure changed my life.”

“A ‘she’. How interesting.”

She grins, grazes your tit as she puts it gently back down to your chest.

She’s definitely hitting on you. More than any woman when you were still a man, to be honest.

Or is this just how women interact with no men around? You're confused… You don’t want to make a move right here, practically in public, if she’s just nice to another woman. Or playfully flirting with a costumer just to seal the deal. And even if, would you want to start something. In this body?

She focuses back on your outfits.

First, simple white cotton bikini style panties and a white sport bra.

Then small black silk panties, ‘Brazilian’ as the sales woman calls it, covering about half your round ass cheeks and adorned with some lacy details in front that make them semi transparent there with a matching black lacy underwire bra transparent enough to show your nipples.

And finally, a tiny pink g string, hugging your pussy tightly, just barely covering your trimmed pubic hair and showing absolutely everything of your firm ass cheeks, and matching open cup bra that gives you an amazing lift but only covers your the lower half of your boobs and leaves your nipples free.