Get Dressed

Grumbling to yourself, you looked around once more. The blinds were closed, the room was empty... but there was still something strange about disrobing in an open space like this. It didn't help that you were about to take the clothes off of an unfamiliar body... something about that idea made you shiver, there was a hyper awareness about every little detail. Just moments ago, you didn't have a second thought about what you were wearing, what you looked like--did you even shave today? You don't remember. But this... every tiny motion in this new form served to remind you that your feminine form was something new entirely. Every time you did so much as move your arms forward a bit, your forearms touched foreign mammaries which seemed to be doing everything they could to get your attention.

One final sweep of the room as your face reddened slightly, and then you started to pull the hoodie up and over your head. You tossed the bigger hoodie to the side, and then did the same with your t-shirt, eyes shut tight. That long brown hair was strewn all about your face, you usually kept your hair much shorter and it took a while for your hands to figure out how to get the wayward strands under control enough to keep them from just tumbling back in front of your face.

The chill in the air on your newly minted breasts **** your eyes open again, and as you looked down, you stopped to admire--no, you stopped to assess your situation further. They were sizable, that much you knew, although anything that close to your face attached to your more petite frame would probably seem huge. The pink nipples, hard from the chill, topped delightfully round globes. Your hands rested lightly upon them, above them, below them, lifting them up, pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. There was a distinct firmness and resistance to your manipulations, but just enough jiggle and squish to cause you to audibly gasp as your nipples pressed against your palms.

With a gulp, you continued, taking off your belt and then the pants next. Shedding the larger clothes did feel like you were shedding some awkwardness at the same time, no longer feeling like you were about to fall over with every step. At least, not due to being tangled up in fabric... as you slipped the pants down and stepped out of your shoes, you were finding it hard to maintain your balance, even in nothing but boxers, as you leaned this way and that to wriggle those hips from the pants. Your upper body definitely wanted to go one way, while your hips and legs wanted to head elsewhere. Although, when you were finally free of all the fabric, you did feel pretty sturdy in place... those wide hips creating your hourglass figure seemed to sway effortlessly back and forth as you shifted your weight, removing the last vestige of your former form--those boxer briefs.

You parted your breasts with your hands a little further as you peered down, just long enough to get a glimpse of the lack of maleness between your legs. It was momentary, as the more you leaned over, the more of your chocolate hair decided to fall forward again and get in your field of view, causing you to awkwardly switch your hands between your hair and your breasts to try and get all these obstructions out of your way without leaning so far forward that you'd just fall on your face. Ultimately, the only place your face ended up was in the palm of your hands, as you took a moment to compose yourself.

Ultimately, though, there was no doubt that the coin's magic had done a thorough job on you.

With nothing else to remove, there was only one path forward. You turned to the pile of clothes Alice had left for you, and dug through them. Alice and Emilia apparently had planned this sort of thing well in advance, knowing precisely what would happen to you in this situation. They were playing a chess game with you where they were five steps ahead, and they just used their castle-piece to take capture your horse-piece. It wasn't actually called the horse, was it? What was it? King, queen, bishop, horse... that was going to bug you, but you shook your head again as you focused on the bra and panties. The sign that they'd thought ahead is that the bra clasped in the front. They knew you'd be dealing with an awkward situation, and at least chose garments that you could figure out without requiring too much of a struggle. Admittedly, the white bra was a little tight, at least that's how it felt, and the panties definitely hugged a little more than you were used to, but they fit properly. Your most female of features now caged away behind a cotton blend, you were able to speed up the process of slipping into the pants, shirt, and SCU hoodie with a far better fit. One more glance at the mirror above the fireplace...

You looked pretty normal. It didn't feel half-bad, honestly, standing here in comfortable clothes even if your reflection was barely recognizable. In this moment, it was pretty peaceful. Just... you could in no way let your family, friends, or the general public know that you have a coin that lets you alternate between a male and female self on the hour if you so chose. That was going to complicate things.

After slipping the coin into one of your criminally tiny pants pockets, you sat down to stare at the paper, your last obstacle to leaving the library. It was a little scary to think that if something were to happen right now, nobody would be able to identify you. Maybe via DNA? Would that even work? Hard to say... fingerprints! That was a thought. You scrambled to your original pants to pull out your phone, and touched the fingerprint sensor. It took a couple tries, but the phone unlocked. That's a relief! Some connection between your two selves is something.

...Back to the paper. You turned back, and thought for a moment, before picking up a nearby pen--on the second try, since you instinctively thought your arms were longer than they were now--and filling out a few details for what you assumed would be forged identification cards. Whatever it took, as you had no intention of taking the bus everywhere when like this. A name, though... something you would respond to...

Only one name came to mind that really felt fitting at the moment. Jane would do for now.

Not that you really had any intention for this to be the norm. Oh no. You were going to make sure you spent as little time as your not-self as possible! In an hour, you could flip the coin over and be a guy once more, and then maybe some of that baseball talent you've gotten from this magic, if that part's even real, will help you get on the school team and you can just leave it at that. A decently-talented baseball player was all you had to be, surely that meant you could just coast after this... you hoped.

Putting on your new sneakers, you bundled up your old clothes, and carried everything back to the big wooden doors. You kicked lightly at the door to knock, and Alice opened them up for you, glancing down for a moment to assess the scuff marks you had just added to the polished wood.

"I'm, uh, ready to go. Do you have a bag or something? I didn't think I'd be carrying my clothes around today."

Alice nodded at another staff nearby, who hurried away, before she grabbed the paper from your hands. "Jane, huh? That's a nice sound. Lots of people choose some really strange names for their alternate self, but I think it suits you." She tucked the paper away, and then noticed you were trying to get hair out of your face again, although you were struggling with your clothes in your arms. She stepped behind you. pulling your hair back gently as she put a scrunchie in your hair to keep everything in place.

"...Thanks. Hey, so something's been bugging me the past couple minutes. What's the horse piece in chess called?"

"Not a clue. Have you decided where you'll be going, yet? You'd be just fine going to the batting cages as you are right now, you know."

You nodded a little, now that your head was at least a little clearer. You still wanted to freak out about all this, but all these other details about your new situation were filling your head up enough to keep you distracted. As much as you would like to head back to your apartment near campus, you realized immediately you might be seen by your neighbors. Maybe you should finish out your hour away from home...