It's Darryl

Wrapping the towel around your waist you open the door with a friendly smile.

“OK Lucy I found this bag of clothes Rachel Priest left when she moved out," he says holding up a duffel bag "she was about your size… Woah!”

He trails off as for the second time today the sight of your naked body renders a man speechless. Realizing your mistake, too late you try to cover your boobs while holding onto the towel only to find your single free hand is hopelessly inadequate to the task. Finally, you just grab the bag and slam and the bathroom door in his face.

“Shit, boobs now.” you mutter your face glowing red “With great tits comes great responsibly, better get these covered before I turn the whole building into drooling idiots.”

You can picture Rachel, the tall slim redhead who had moved to South America about a year ago. You had occasionally fantasised about getting into her panties but you'd never imagined doing it literally. You start to sort through the cloths looking for items that A; fit and B; aren’t too girly. You push aside skirts and panties until you unearth a pair of jeans only to find that, not only are they too long but that no amount of pulling will **** them over your hips and ass. You find the same with all the pants in the bag, none of them come close to fitting.

“Damn you, Rachel." you curse the bag's original owner "I always thought you were a skinny bitch. I hope you’re getting really fat in Bogota.”

You give up on the pants and start trying on skirts and dresses reassuring yourself that it’s not weird to be wearing Rachel’s clothes. You are undeniably a woman now this is how women dress. It still feels creepy as you zip up a short black skirt that has just enough give to go over your hips, it still clings to your butt leaving little to the imagination, not what you would have chosen but it will have to do.

You have more choice when picking a top, it doesn’t even occur to you to wear a bra, instead, you try a plain white blouse only to have the buttons ping right off as soon as you stand up straight. You discard a couple of thread bare t-shirts before settling on a lose fitting navy top. Its thin straps leave your shoulder bare and it feels odd but at least it doesn’t draw too much attention to your chest.

Next, you add a short-waist jacket that makes you feel a bit more covered on top even if it won’t button up properly. After that, you grit your teeth and start trying on panties. The way things are going you are not surprised to find the only thing that fits well is a sexy black thong. You consider going commando but decide that your skirt is too short to risk it.

Finally, you slip on a pair plain black office shoes. Miraculously, they fit comfortably enough and you soon get a grip on walking in them, despite the two-inch heel. You check yourself in the mirror one last time, tying back your still damp blonde hair with a borrowed scrunchy. You spot a brown leather purse among the pile and on impulse you wrap the DVD in a pair of pantyhose and stuff in inside.

At last, you feel ready to be seen in public or at least by Darryl you take a deep breath and open the bathroom door.