Just leave

You refuse to spend even one more second with this asshole. You quickly grab your clothes and move with them to the next room. There you put on your shorts and pants, then start walking. Just before you reach the front door you put on your shirt, and then exit the house, leaving this loser behind.

For some reason, you recalled a memory from the first time you turned into a girl. It felt odd to be having a female body, but wear male clothes. Most specifically, your shirt.
The change had required you to suddenly need much more space on your chest, but weren’t given it. It still felt uncomfortable now, but it had happened so many times already, you had gotten used to it.

A lot has happened since then, however. Back then, you were always ashamed of yourself after you had transformed. Ashamed of your femininity. But this time, you weren’t.
Due to Isaac, you had finally realized something about yourself. You were tired of it all. So much in fact, that you had made a decision. You now wanted to stay a woman.

This would be your new identity. Your new life. Once you had decided this, all shame of being female had left you. This was probably the first time you were walking across the streets as a proud and confident woman. You just had to find a way to make it permanent. You needed a man.

You didn’t care who it was. A friend, a stranger, a stud, a nerd, hell, even an old man or a family member would be fine. As long as he treated you with respect. As long as he wasn’t Isaac.