Swimsuit shopping

"I could use a swim suit!" I blurted without thinking.

"Oh honey, I will hook you up!" Tamala said.

We gathered up my bags and she led me back to the store where she worked. Then she set me up in a dressing room and told me to wait there.

For several minutes I stood there in silence staring at my reflection. I didn't recognize the young girl staring back at me and couldn't help but wonder how I had lived all of these years without realizing I mad a better looking girl than I did a man. Or that I liked dressing up as a girl more than I liked being a man.

I didn't know if this was a long term thing or not, but I was starting to think so. I'd never paid attention to transgenderism before, so I had no idea how that worked. I didn’t want to be a girl, but I liked dressing like a girl. I liked looking attractive and I liked having other people looking at me like I was an attractive girl, but I still felt like a man. A submissive, cross dressing and potentially bisexual sissy man, but a man.

I had come no closer to figuring it out when the door opened and my new friend rushed in with her arms full of swimsuits.

"I am not sure what you like, but there will be something in this pile you will love," Tamala said as she dropped them on the bench.

Instead of leaving to let me try them on, she suddenly pealed off her blouse and tossed it asside. Then she undid her bra with one hand and dropped it in the floor.

I could not help but stare at the most perfect set of brown breasts I had ever seen.

"Never seen boobs before?" she asked with a smile. She grabbed a pink bikini top from the pile. "Are you going to change or what?"