You Try On Some of Brandi's Clothes

"Lucky, I guess?" you say, giggling again. Oh man, I sound like such a ditz!

Robbie reaches over towards you and fondles your chest. "I thought so. You're not wearing a bra."

"I'm not?" you ask, sounding surprised. Of course I'm not! I'm a guy, not a chick!

"Hey, don't get me wrong. I love it when hot girls forget their underwear," Robbie says with a smirk.

"Yeah, well, as kinky as this is, I think I'm probably gonna have to put one on. Sorry," you say. What? But I'm not a chick! There's no reason.

Robbie just shrugs, then goes back to making his coffee. Meanwhile, you're heading out of the kitchen, walking with a very noticeable feminine gait ... until you enter the next room and suddenly stop.

"What ... the ... fuck?" you say, happy to be able to act the way you want again, but majorly weirded out by what just happened in the kitchen with Robbie. Your roommate might have thought that he was making out with a girl, but what happened in there was nothing but a bunch of gay shit!

Not wanting to go back in the kitchen and "becoming" Brandi again, you head back to your bedroom and end up doing exactly what Brandi had been planning on doing, but for an entirely different reason.

Checking one of the other drawers, you see an assortment of bras that you hadn't seen before (the panties you saw earlier are in a different drawer). You then take off the football jersey and put on the bra. The entire maneuver weirds you out big time, but you just have to know something.

Looking down, after finally fastening the bra around your male torso, you see that the "cups" are flat. They couldn't possibly hold a pair of DD's, like Brandi has. But when you look in the mirror, the bra fits Brandi's tits perfectly. You realize that that's why the skinny jeans you're wearing fit you so well. They fit your body as if they were tailored for it, but in the mirror, it's quite obvious that they're girls jeans, fitting Brandi perfectly. As weird as it seems, you're sure that all of the clothing in here is probably like that.

Opening the closet, you look at the floor and see a bunch of shoes you hadn't seen before. All of them female ones - heeled pumps, strappy heels, heeled boots, etc. Some of the heels look 4 or 5 inches high! Are you supposed to wear those things? Right now, you have your own mind, so you have no intention of wearing any heels outside of this room, but you just have to know ...

Putting on a pair of three-inch strappy heels, it's quite obvious that they fit your feet like a glove. They even look quite large for being women's shoes. You wonder if you're the only one who notices that. But when you look in the mirror, just like with the bra, they look like woman-sized shoes and fit Brandi's feet perfectly.

You walk over to the bed and stumble, not being used to wearing heels (obviously!), then sit down. What are you going to do now? After encountering Robbie, you feel like you should stay in this room forever, but that's probably not going to happen, right? You'll have to leave the bedroom at some point.