Get ready

Your fingers shake as you type "omw" before you can second-guess yourself. The phone clatters onto the bedspread, its glow casting shadows between your trembling thighs. You **** yourself upright, wincing as unfamiliar weight shifts against your chest with every unsteady step toward the closet. The mirror catches you mid-motion, hips swaying, big tits swinging. The whole image just showed how much you were no longer male.

You try to put it to the back of your mind, you were gonna visit...your boyfriend. Maybe after you get rid of these feelings your mind would be clearer, so you can figure out a soloution. Opening your drawers, full of very feminine underwear, a whimper escapes when your knuckles brush against lace-trimmed panties in the drawer. He'd love these... Slick heat coats your inner thighs as the image of his cock fills your mind again.

A matching bra follows, the cups gaping for a second before your heavy tits spill into them, nipples pebbling against the cold lace. You fumble with the clasp, breath hitching as the tight band settles beneath your breasts, lifting them obscenely.

The pink plaid skirt slides up your hips with sinful ease, the pleats flaring as you turn toward the mirror. Your fingers tremble against the zipperone sharp tug and it settles snug around your waist, the hem barely skimming the tops of your thighs. A choked gasp escapes when you bend slightly, the cool air teasing your exposed skin where the skirt rides up. The plaid fabric clings to your new curves, the tight waistband emphasizing the dip of your waist before flaring over suddenly generous hips. A very small top, akin to a bra accompanied it.

You were ready.