You check your body, you gasp with pleasure as you caress your breasts. “This totally isn’t right,” you say in a bubbly tone. “I’m not a girl... and these clothes are just blah.”
You try to get a grip, you are a man, not a blonde bimbo. Except you are a blonde bimbo. Who could for sure could use a change of wardrobe.
You look around the store and you feel your brain ache as it tries to fight the compulsions.
“I-I need to get out of here,” You say, a bit of defiance breaking through your feminine prison.
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