This choice: Stop In One Of The Shops • Go Back... Panic sets in as you realize you're in a completely alien body.
There are some notable differences, but you look like you could be the sister of the girl you rescued this morning.
You take a step backwards and almost topple over because of your heels. You manage to regain your balance before your ass hits the ground, but your legs are clearly shaking. Your proportions have changed, and you have no idea how to properly move.
Taking tiny steps, you stick your ass out backwards as you hunch close to the ground. It looks more like how a duck walks than a lady, but right now you don't care. You need to find a store that sells more sensible close than the bimbo's outfit you're wearing.
Walking into the store beside the bakery, you stand up to see that it's a ladies fashion boutique. "Prefect." you think as you look at the racks for close that might fit your, um, rack.
"Excuse me miss." you say to one of the attendants, "do you have one of these blouses in my size?" you ask, just realizing how different your voice now sounds than it did a few minutes ago.
"Probably, what's your size?" asks the attendant.
"I don't know."
A half hour later, you manage to find sensible shoes, a stylish pair of ladies pants, and a shirt with a matching jacket.
The redhead looks at you in the change room mirror with a smile on her soft pink lips. "Not bad." she says as she mimics your actions.
You look at the clothes you came in with. The nylons and heels and useless top. You decide to leave them as you walk out into the main part of the shop. You reach into the pocket for your wallet when it hits you that you don't have one. No money, id, or even a purse. Your heart races and it creates his an odd sensation on your chest.
"I have to play this right." you think as you walk towards the door. "Maybe no one will notice me leave."
With the second step you feel yourself almost fall over. Your heel's have returned with vengeance. They're still the same height at last time, but skinnier on the bottom.
You look down at your legs in horror as you see the nylons have becomes some sort of fishnet socks, that go up to your knees. Straps hold them up to something under your skirt. The skirt itself seems to be less than two inches beneath your crotch. If you still had a set of balls, they'd be seen hanging right under it. There is a definite draft from the stores air conditioner. You feel it in your limps, exposed stomach and between your legs. You're not even sure you're wearing any panties, but you're too scared to try and find out.
The top is little more than a vest, which stops just beneath your ribcage. A push up bra accentuates your breast size.
You try and take another step as you slip and grab the rack, it comes down crashing on you.
You lay with you back facing the ceiling, feeling to numb to move. Somehow this position feels right.
A few seconds later, you hear running footsteps stop beside you as the store's manager learns over ans speaks to you.
"Miss, are you okay?" he says, trying to hold the fear in his voice.
The poor guy has a receding hairline and a pencil thick mustache. It's a dumb look but right now you can't take your eyes off his face.
"Miss?" he asks, hoping for a response.
"I don't think I'm hurt, I just can't get up." you tell him.
"Hold on." he says as he tries to pull the rack from the back. There is no luck. He throws the remaining clothes on it to the side of you and grabs the bottom, of the rack, which is located right next to your chest. His hand grazes your breast as he pulls the rack back to it's feet. Your heart jumps a beat. You're not sure it it's because of the contact, or your reaction to his display of strength. Maybe it's both.
He grab both your hands and pulls you up.
"Are you okay?" he asks again.
"I am now." you say without thinking.
"What happened?" he asks.
"I was looking at a shirt, and it just fell."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Money, you need money for a cab home." you think.
"I can think of some things." you say as you feel your tongue slide against your top teeth as it pierces through your lips for a second.
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