Yes but it's not an easy trip.

It does not take long for you to realise that this was not a good idea after all. Ten minutes to the nearest bus stop and you have already had several near black eyes as your new breasts bounce wildly with every step. The sensation of being so front heavy makes you feel unbalanced. You try to stand up straight and take your time with each step but this only serves to highlight another new problem that has come with this body. Your back is killing you. Combine this with adjusting your gate to the curve of your womanly hips and it is amazing that you have gotten this far. All this while feeling like your shorts are just barely hanging on to your lithe waist and your baggy shirt catching the wind and nearly exposing you to a few people as you walk past.

Getting on the bus was no relief however as you noticed the driver eyeing you up with a shit-eating grin plastered all over his smug, mole ridden face. The older man oozed sheer sleaze, leaning over to watch your ass naturally sway as you walk past and take your seat. You felt sick to your stomach, his stare somehow making you feel unclean. There was another feeling though, far to the back of your mind. As the bus started moving, you seemed to linger on the memory of the driver's eyes on you. It sent an odd shiver up your spine. You initially pass it off as disgust but as your thoughts continue to dwell on it, you wonder why your nipples are aching and you feel slightly short of breath.

As the journey drags on through traffic, you sit there thinking about how much money you have on you right now and whether it will be enough. Suddenly the issue of how you were going to explain this to people popped into your head. Your family had been out of the house when you transformed and the only two people who knew the truth right now were the horndog Alex and the bitch that did this to you in the first place. Maybe finding some place to stay until this blows over would be a good idea? Alex would say yes in a heartbeat; being your best friend and all, though how he was looking at you earlier and that random thought over how cute he was, gave you pause.

There was little time to mentally debate it the idea further as you feel the sudden jar of the bus coming to rest outside your stop.

Standing was still tricky but you seemed to be getting the hang of it. You make sure not to look at the driver as you pass on your way off the bus. You hear a whistle and roll your eyes without saying a word yet your hips seem to have more of a swagger as you walk and it's not until you step off onto the pavement and see the bus drive away that you realise you've been smiling the whole time.

Trying hard to ignore the exhibitionist implications of what just happened, you remember why you're here. Clothes! You needed to find some real clothes! In that effort, you weren't going to half-ass it. Get in there, find something that covered your skin, get out. No fuss. Number one on that list is a bra! You have a better understanding than any man before you of why women need to wear these over shoulder boulder holders.

Setting off into the mall, you can feel more unwanting eyes leering at you. It feels like every man, woman and child seems to have some unexplained reason to be looking in your direction.

"Wow! Steve, check the killer body on her."

"What in the world is she wearing."

"What a slob."

"Oh, man she's not wearing a bra, dude! Look! You can totally see her boobs jiggle."

"Mommy, why is that lady wearing really big clothes?"

If it's not lustful male gazing, it's jealous female sneering. Hell, even some of the woman you pass by are checking you out. Feelings of embarrassment and odd excitement wash over you. You are swept away by a sea of eyes making you wonder if you should run away or just rip off all your clothes here and now. Gawd! What is with all these conflicting emotions? I feel like my head is so turned around that it's just going to fall off my shoulders. I can't think straight at all.

You shake off your anxiety long enough to spot a clothing store and try your best to book it straight there.