Becoming Abigail

While on vacation, you decide to return to the town where you were born after more than 15 years and on your first night there, you decide to visit Abigail.

Abigail was your neighbor, a young woman who found in your mom a mother figure and a great friend. They kept in touch when you moved away, and as you grew up and keeped talking to her, she became one of the people you trusted the most, like a long-distance confidante. A visit to her house was a must.

She is tall, her body is very curvy, her arms are a bit chubby and her legs, wide and round, she has big, round and firm tits, her hair is curly blonde, and her skin is pale and smooth. She is a lawyer and lives alone. At almost 40 years old, she already has a divorce, with whom she never had children. Her passion is fashion, so she always dresses elegantly and impeccably. She buys much more clothes than she needs. Once she told you that it is her greatest weakness. She loves heels and masters them with a nature that any model would envy.

You ring the doorbell nervously, then hear the unmistakable sound of heels approaching the door, and within seconds, a tall blonde woman greets you at the door with a big hug. Abi is taller than you remembered, her walk is imposing, her eyes are about 5 inches above yours, you calculate that without heels she must be approximately the same height as you. She offers you something to drink, you have a lot to talk about and many years have passed since the last time you saw her.

Time is not enough, you talk all afternoon and it's already getting dark. You are both having such a good time that you kindly accept her invitation to dinner. Then, she also offers you to sleep over, since she was off work the next day.

It's already dark, she starts cooking, you help her and once you finish your part, she offers you her bathroom to take a shower while she finishes the meal. You didn't bring any clothes to change into, but that shower would do you a lot of good to relax.

You undress and leave your clothes hanging in a very unreliable place. As you shower, water escapes through the door, which you didn't close properly, filling the floor with water and therefore also your clothes that had fallen off without you knowing it. You turn off the faucet, dry yourself and when you open the door, your heart stops for a second when you see all your clothes on the floor soaking wet. Not even your shoes could be saved from the water. You try to wring your clothes out, but it's useless, there's no way you can put on your clothes for the rest of the night. With nothing to do, you cover your legs with the towel, open the door and call Abi.

A few minutes later, Abi tells you that your clothes are already laid out. The only thing you are wearing is a simple towel, which lets the cold pass all over your body. She has no men's clothes at home and her closest relative is on the other side of town. The only person nearby is her neighbor, a kindly old lady in her 80s. After looking at all the possible options, Abi offers you the only option left and the one you feared the most.

Being in love with her clothes, the last thing you expect is for her to lend them to someone else, even less if that person is a man, so it's a huge surprise not only that she offers you to go into her closet to pick something out for you, but that she does so with a lot of enthusiasm. She tells you that she must have some kind of masculine clothes somewhere (or neutral gender clothes), but if you want to experiment and try on something more... risky, you could take advantage of the situation and try on whatever you want.

Was that a joke? The last thing on your mind is to wear Abi's clothes. There has to be another option. You ask Abi, you think over and over again, you look for any other alternative, but it doesn't make sense, there is no other option. Or is there?

You're cold, but it's nothing serious. You won't die for not wearing clothes, nothing will happen if you spend the rest of the night covered with a towel, your dignity would remain intact, especially considering the only alternative. It seems like the safest option, but is it really?