Hold it right there

Putting my hand into the girl's face, I push her away.

"Hold on," I said. "You're being a little too pushy for me right now."

Chloe paused, clicked her tongue in annoyance, then shook her head. "Right, right, I'm helping you out, aren't I?"

"Yeah, clothes, I need clothes."

The girl nodded, turned and left the booth. "I'll be right back with some stuff for you."

You sigh and sit, fiddling with the clothes that were now too big for you. The only thing I could keep, would be the hoodie, since it was something that anyone could wear, and it covered the body well. It was comfortable, something I've had for a long time, sometimes I would sleep in it while on the computer, and while I did feel stiff after waking up, it could've been much worse. I was hoping that at some point my girlfriend would wear this like a dress, I saw tons of pictures and videos of that online and it was hot.

But that ex is nothing more than a cum dump now.

Staring at my shoes, I compared my feet to them, and found that from heel to toe, I had pretty, dainty feet--no doubt lots of people would like that, though I never understood the appeal myself. I needed new trainers to fit my feet, it would even have to be of the women's size, since those set of shoes always seemed smaller than men's.

"Hey, girl," Chloe burst into the changing room with several sets of clothes draped over her arms.

My face blanched at the huge pile of clothing when she put it down. "I can't afford all this?"

"Don't worry, I can pay for some of that," Chloe shrugged it off as she revealed the last bit of clothing, a pair of lacy cyan underwear, placed on top of the pile.

I lock eyes on the piece of underwear, mortified at the wearing something so girly. But then again, I am a girl. And boys clothing was, again, too loose.

"I think blue would really work well for you," Chloe said, her smile wolfish. "Like a sexy beach girl."

I made a half-scowl as I took the underwear, the piece of cloth strangely soft and flexible. I was about to put it on, when I remember the other woman in the room. "Turn around, please?"

Chloe turns about and faces the curtain.

Putting it on, it felt even better than touching it. It hugged the curves just right and felt a little more secure--not sure why, exactly, I just did. In the mirror, I certainly agreed that the colour worked for me, the contrast against my skin really did make me think of the sea.

Beach girl indeed.

"Are you done?" Chloe asked.

"Huh? Oh, I just want to put on something else too," I say, feeling that I don't want to be ogled by such a person.

Through the pile, I take brief looks at everything, and everything seemed a little girly. I was hoping for something not too flashy, I didn't like to dress flashy at most times, the attention didn't set well with me. Eventually, I take something, a pair of shorts and a shirt--I didn't like shorts much, but then it was the only thing that wasn't a skirt, which made it appear a lot better in my eyes than the rest of it.

Putting it all on, I give myself a look in the mirror. Unmistakably a woman. I seemed like some party girl, the stereotypical air-head you'd see hang on the arm of a billionaire going somewhere sunny and tropical--I liked that kind of girl, jacked off to that kind of girl multiple times, just never thought I'd become that girl.

"Wow, you look amazing," Chloe said as she came up from behind, staring at me like some piece of meat. She bit her lower lip as she crouched down and grabbed my ass.

I yelped, then covered my mouth.

"You sound sexy, too," Chloe growled as she squeezed on my ass harder.

"You can stop that now," I say, willing my voice to monotone, though failing with the strange sensations racing through me with every grope.

"Alright," she stopped and backed off. "Let's see the other stuff on you, then you pick out what you like best, okay?"

"Sure."