A New Joanne

Jordan turned toward the mirror and his breath caught in his throat.

The breast forms sat seamlessly on his chest, moving naturally with every shaky breath, creating a soft, innocent B-cup swell. The concealer had blended the edges so perfectly that there was no visible seam... just smooth, natural-looking skin and those perky breasts with soft pink nipples that looked very real even this close.

His eyes traveled lower. The silicone gaff was hugging his hips and upper thighs like a second skin. He looked further down, and the front of the panel looked almost like a female's shaved vulva.

"W-What is th-" Jordan gasped. "Oh, that's the surprise I was talking about. See, from a distance, even naked, you'll look female."

The molded vulva front was flawlessly smooth and convincingly feminine, every fold, every subtle detail perfect. The seams blended so well the whole thing looked part of his real anatomy. The built-in hip and butt padding had rounded out his lower body into soft, natural curves, giving him a gentle hourglass shape that made his lean frame look unmistakably like a young woman's.

Lila picked up a white push-up bra from the table and clipped it over his new breasts, adjusting the straps until he had a cleavage. A fresh pair of delicate matching hipster panties followed. "Step in." Jordan's legs felt weak. He grabbed Lila's shoulder for support as he stepped into the panties. Lila slid them slowly up his smooth thighs, settling the lace waistband over the gaff with a gentle tug.

Jordan stared at the stranger in the mirror once more. The push-up bra created a sweet, perky swell with a noticeable cleavage. Beneath the lace panties, he could even see hint of a camel toe forming. The overall image in the mirror was devastating. There was absolutely no sign of the man he used to be. Only a shy, pretty nineteen-or-twenty-year-old girl with gentle curves, smooth skin, and an adorable, youthful figure that could fool anyone... including himself.

A broken, humiliated sound escaped his throat, but he continued staring. Mesmerized and mortified.

Elena's delighted laugh filled the suite, getting him out of his trance. He looked at her. Elena's eyes were burning with possessive hunger. "Joanne, you look absolutely perfect. Like a virgin bride."

Lila grinned, "Yes Joanne! you look incredible. Most girls take months to get this natural. You’re going to be unstoppable this summer."

Jordan had, however, all rational thought. His mind and body still trying to adjust to its new reality.

Lila picked her tabled and started to walk out the room. "Why don't you finish getting dressed while I ring everything up at the counter. Take your time."

Elana called out before Lila could leave. "Lila, can you add two more gaffs and the concealer to the order. And let's throw in a couple of those matching bra and panties in black and pink too." Lila nodded and tapped the numbers on her tablet and left the room.

Jordan's body was shaking as he stepped back into the faded blue jeans. The denim slid up his newly curved hips with surprising ease, the subtle silicone pads filled out the jeans, giving it a feminine shape they had never had before. The waistband settled snugly around his middle, the high gaff keeping everything tight and smooth. As he pulled the gray top down over his head, the soft cotton stretched and settled over his breasts beautifully.

Jordan stared at his reflection again. The subtle hourglass curves the pads and the breast forms created made the whole outfit look effortlessly cute and youthful. Shame burned hot across his face and down his neck. But beneath it an unwanted throb of arousal pulsed through him that made his trapped cock twitch uselessly inside the unyielding gaff.

Elena grabbed his hand and together they walked outside. The pink shopping bag was waiting when they stepped out of the fitting suite, its satin ribbons tied in a perfect bow. Lila gave Jordan one last hug and a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Come back anytime, Joanne. I really enjoyed helping you."

Together Elena and Jordan walked toward the exit, the heavy bag swinging in his hand like a trophy he hadn't asked for. Outside, the afternoon sun felt warmer. His new breast forms moved with natural, subtle jiggle. Jordan's cheeks burned as they crossed the parking lot, every sway reminding him exactly how he would look and feel for the rest of the week.

"We finished just in time. Now hurry up and get in. It will be almost two o'clock by the time we reach home."

"W-wait. I'm going to Sarah's home like... this?" Jordan asked as he climbed into the passenger seat.

Elena leaned in close, brushing her lips against his ear. "Of course, darling. And I'm sure Sarah is going to lose her mind when she sees you. I can't wait to hear everything tonight." She pulled away from the curb and the boutique's elegant sign shrank in the rearview mirror.

Jordan sat quietly wondering what's next in store for him.