You get a few things.

You head out from your home, taking a cautious look around as you hit the street. There's no sign of the clerk and you relax, maybe he didn't see your ID long enough to memorise the address or perhaps the beating Lenny and Carl gave him has too scared to come looking for you. Either way you head to the shops downtown rather than heading out to the mall again. First stop is a store where you buy a hairdrier, your hair has been in a crewcut for years and you couldn't even find a brush or comb in your apartment. At the moment your long blonde hair is tied back with a leather thong into a haphazard ponytail.

Next stop is a shoeshop. You quite like the boots you've got and are getting the hang of the heels, but a pair of sneakers in your size will be more comfortable. You also buy some ankle boots and a pair of open toed sandals. The heels on the last are about four inches and you figure you can practice walking in them later. Then you head to a reasonably priced clothes store, you wander over to the lingerie section.

"Hi, I'm looking for bras." You ask a shop assistant with some embaressment. "You know the ones that kinda do this."

You demonstrate by grabbing hold of your titties under the baggy sweatshirt and pushing them up and together. The young woman raises an eyebrow at you in amusement.

"Certainly miss, I presume you mean a wonderbra." She replies. "What is your size?"

You confess that you don't know, which amuses her some more. She steps into a changing booth with you and you pull off the sweatshirt. She looks at your unfettered rack with an envious expression.

"I think a size 38D." She says. "One moment."

She leaves for a couple of minutes and comes back with a black wonderbra of that size. When you appear to have difficulty putting it on she assists you. The effect is stunning, with your ample breast there's a huge amount of cleavage and your tits jut out proudly. You ask for six pairs, two each in black, white and red. As an afterthought you get a couple of sportsbras too.

"Will you want panties to go with these?" The assistant asks.

"Nah, I'm kinda getting used to going commando." You reply to her.

Shopping for the rest of your clothes takes a hell of a lot longer than you'd expected. As a guy you generally walked into a store, grabbed a pair of jeans or whatever and quickly tried them on before leaving. Today you spend a couple of hours going back and forth round the racks of clothes trying to figure which garments will look good together and match the shoes and boots you have. You wonder what you should wear tonight to the Rainbow room.