Go to a beauty salon.

You had not intended to go outside while trying this first pill. After seeing yourself in the mirror you change your plans. You are dying to see people's reactions to this new you. Also you desperately want to get your hair styled, to have you nails done and wear make-up for the first time.

You search your room for anything that you could possibly wear to go out in your sexy female body. Eventually after a lot of searching you come up with an outfit of sorts. A white men's dress shirt, your best which you keep for weddings and such, a broad studded leather belt and a small pair of beach sandals which were left here by an ex girlfriend ages ago and were thrown in the back of a cupboard. An old satchel will make do as a shoulder bag to keep your wallet and keys and your phone in as you have no pockets.

The shirt reaches to mid thigh on this body, it is very loose but the belt cinches it at your waist. Your hair is combed though still unruly and you fix it into a rough ponytail with a rubber band. The beach sandals are a size or two too large, but at least you can walk in them. You have no women's underwear of course and consider wearing boxers under the shirt. In the end you decide to go commando, feeling sexy and a little turned on by the notion.

You walk down the street. You love the feel of your boobs bouncing and jiggling under your shirt and the swish of the smooth cotton shirttails on your naked thighs and ass. You feel so happy that you smile and nod to passersby, encouraged by the second looks and smiles you receive from the men in particular.

First stop is beauty salon. Luckily there is no queue at thios time of the day so you get called right over to a chair. You take a seat and the young woman looks at you critically. She is a year or two older than you now look, you estimate. Her short dark hair is cut in a bob and she wears jeans and a black Tee-shirt. She is rather pretty, but wears little make-up. She leans in close and speaks quietly.

"Is this your first time on X-Change sweety?" She asks.

You feel a little panicked by the question and deflated that she was able to immediately guess the truth. You feel your cheeks burn bright red.

"How? How did you...." You stammer.

"Sweety, you wear a man's shirt and belt, a man's watch is on your wrist." She answers. "No make up at all. Your nails are untrimmed and your hair obviously has not been touched in...well ever. Also though a pretty young thing might go out without underwear, she would at least know to cross her legs when she sits."

"Oh!" Is all you manage to say in response to this litany of giveaways.