Skirt and half top

Stripping down you walk back through to your bags, you spend a while looking through them before eventually picking out a cute little brown half top and a green skirt. The skirt itself is long enough to break the dress code, but you're sure that with a bit of modification you can just about make it.

Moving back through to your bathroom you decide to quickly jump in the shower, it was a rather long trip after all.

Turning on the water you pull, away shocked at how cold it is. Waiting a few seconds you let it run over your hand until finally, it's warm enough.

Taking a second to appreciate just how good the water feels, you slump down. This is it; no more wondering, no more questioning. I'm safe.

You finally feel relaxed for the first time in days.

"You know what. FUCK THEM. This is my home now."

Reaching up to your face you brush away the tears that have formed, only this time they're tears of relief.

""Being trans is an abomination." You sure about that mom? Cause if so, then why does it make me feel so fucking happy to finally be a girl."

You just sit there for a while appreciating just how good it feels to not have to worry about anything, to just exist for once. Gently you start washing, taking a second to appreciate the changes that hormones have made.

For one thing, you have titties. Letting out a small smile you think back to when they'd first started to grow, you hadn't been able to properly appreciate them then but you sure a fuck are going to now.

Feeling your dick stir slightly you almost look down but catch yourself before you do. Instead, you choose to focus on more mundane things, like what there is for dinner.

Eventually just as you've finished with your shower you hear a knock on the door, probably Samantha, you rush to the door before realising that you still haven't got dressed.