You find yourself nervous about diving into your new sexuality so quickly. Those hips and ass will draw an incredible amount of attention.
Chickening out, you select a more boring outfit. Jeans and a T-shirt, are the closest you can manage to your former male clothes. The T-shirt is cut to display cleavage, and you want to tug it higher, once it's on. It's an odd disconnect, as you, the old you, still appreciate the view. Knowing it shouldn't be covered more.
The jeans are next, and you find them more of a struggle than you thought possible. Surely, they wouldn't be the wrong size, but you genuinely doubt they'll fit.
As they stick at your new fleshy thighs, you have to jump up and down to get them to go any higher. The seams strain, but hold, and eventually, you get your ass into the seat of the jeans.
The waist looks too petite to fasten, but with an quick exhale, you manage to fasten them into place.
Taking in the whole look, you can't deny how thicc you look now.
It's an odd power you have now. Making you luxuriate in the attention grabbing jeans, and also vulnerable to insults and slights. So much of your power now based on looks.
The seams press uncomfortably tight, and even the few tentative steps send an intriguing friction through you. Igniting an fascinating and insidious fire within you. Your hips sway with a mind of their own, no trace of your masculine gait remains to betray your origins as anything other than the wide-hipped sashaying woman you appear to be.
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