This choice: "Wear The Clothes I Found In The Room" • Go Back...Chapter #8No Judgement by: Rita   "I could put on the clothes I found, I guess," Pete said, not sure why he was even considering this an option. He slowly waddled back to the bedroom, uncomfortably moving in his soaked jeans. Pete quickly searched the room and spotted the clothes he found under the bed, crumpled up in one of the corners of the room. Awkwardly shuffling to them, he bent over and picked them up. Pete grimaced at the thought of wearing these clothes, completely dismayed by the situation he was in. He tossed the tank top and pair of panties on the bed, deciding on focusing on getting undressed first.
Pulling off his wet t-shirt, Pete's bare torso met the cool breeze of the house. Shivering, Pete hurriedly kicked off his pair of jeans and pulling off his socks. Shimming out of his boxer briefs, Pete was now completely nude. Picking up his clothes, Pete took them back to the bathroom. He strung them across the shower rack, hoping they would dry by morning. Satisfied, Pete made his way back to the bedroom, and stopped dead in his track. His eyes darted toward the uncurtained window in the bedroom, fully exposing his naked body for anyone peeking in. Pete quickly jumped back into the hallway, out of sight from the window's view into the house.
Face red, Pete cursed himself for not remembering to close the curtain before getting undressed. Pete, knowing the likelihood of anyone seeing him being slim to none, tried to relax. Yeah, what am I worrying about? He thought as he drew in a deep breath. No one even lives near here. This is the edge of town and this house made everyone move away. Probably not another soul for at least a mile near me...
Pete just realized something: This is the first time in his life he was truly isolated. Not only would anyone be seeing him naked on accident, but no one would see him, period. No one would barge in on him, no one would pass him by, and now one would hear him. Most of all, Pete looked back at the clothes on the bed, No one would judge me, No longer having any hang ups on the subject, Pete went back to the bed and picked up the tank top.
"Well..." Pete thought it over one more time, "Well, I need to wear something. Just can't go sleeping nude in a bed that's not mine. Besides, it's just clothes. No big deal," And with that, Pete stuck his head into the tank top and pulled it on. Sticking his arms through the straps, he had completed the first half of his new ensemble. Although the shirt was expectantly tight on his chest, he couldn't remember wearing a softer piece of clothing in his entire life The material felt smoother and comfier than every shirt he had ever worn. Pete looked back at the panties on the bed, which was clearly made of the same fabric as the tank top. For some reason, Pete thought as he rubbed the top with hand, I have a feeling that's not going to be as comfortable as this, Despite these thoughts, Pete picked up the pair of panties and placed both of his feet in their respective holes. He slid the panties up and let them snap onto his waist.
"Huh," Pete mutter, somewhat surprised how he felt. Much like the tank, the panties were definitely snug, especially in the crotch department, but they were also just as soft. Similar to what was before it, they were by far the most comfortable piece of underwear he had ever worn. And it wasn't just the comfortable fabric either, something about the panties just struck something with Pete. He was struggling to find words for it, but it felt right. Like this was supposed to happen.
"This better not awaken something in me," Pete mumbled out of uncertainty, as he looked down at how ridiculous he looked, "Welp, enough weird stuff, time for bed." Pete shut out any implications of wearing women's underwear meant about himself and focused on sleep. He would have much more time tomorrow to contemplate his lifestyle. Snuggling himself under the covers, Pete almost immediately fell asleep. His new clothes seemly doing the trick, making him more cozy than he had ever been.
...
Pete was walking along a rocky beach. It felt like had been walking down the shoreline for hours now. He was originally searching for something on the beach, but he had looked for so long now, that he had forgotten what he was looking for.What am I doing out here? Pete asked himself as he soldiered on, What am I looking for? There's nothing out here! I'm wasting my time, Just as he was about the give up, a beautiful blonde woman came from behind one the rocks near Pete. she climbed on top of it and smiled at him.
"You found me!" She smiled at Pete. He was speechless, not knowing how to respond. He felt like he had known this woman his whole life, but he was certain this was the first time he had ever seen her before. Being near her felt relaxing, like walking back into your home after a long trip. Looking at her face, every stress and annoyance left Pete’s mind and he was at peace. He reached out to the mysterious woman, but before get in touch with her, a huge wave crashed into the beach.
...
"Whatsit?" Pete groggily mumbled as he woke up. He tried closing his eyes and going back to the vivid dream he was having, but it didn't work. Frustrated, Pete gave up and opened his eyes to the bedroom he was now occupying, but something was obscuring his view. Pete rubbed his eyes, but ended up brushing his hair out of the way. Wait a minute Pete slowly put the pieces together, I don't have long hair, Pete touched his head to reaffirm his assumptions, and bolted upright on the bed.
"What the hell!?!" Pete exclaimed, as he glanced over to the mirror near the bed to see his new appearance, "Oh my god, I'm a...I look like...like a girl!" Pete couldn't believe his eyes, because everything he was seeing was impossible. There was no way a person can turn into a different person over night. It just doesn't make sense. Pete couldn't take his eyes of the mirrors though, moving his hands and face, making sure they matched up. There was no getting around it though, Pete was now this strange woman. Pete, although very scared and confused, understood that staring into the mirror wasn’t going to do anything. He took a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate over his new reflection. If he was going to figure this out, he needed a clear head. After trying his best to relax, Pete decided to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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