Going over the Susanne’s locker, you opened it with ease, the memory of the combination she used flowing into your mind.
“What to wear…”
You idly wondered aloud, enjoying the sweet sound of her voice leaving your lips. Reaching down into her locker, you found a pair of her white cotton panties, bringing them close to your nose and taking in their scent… your scent now, you thought, sending a sexual thrill of pleasure through you.
You slid her panties up your legs, feeling the soft material ride up your new female asscheeks and flush flat against the pussy you were wearing. Raiding her memory, you took the knowledge of how to put on her bra, sliding your arms through and feeling the tension as it hiked up your breasts.
Giggling a little, you looked down at your body while you turned, feeling the fabric of her underwear rub against your skin and the gentle tightness over your new sexual assets. Susanne liked to dress sporty, as her hobbies were so central to her life, and I guess that was how you were going to dress now too. You slipped into her tee shirt and her team jacket, feeling the soft, breathable fabric tickling over your arms. She had some leggings in her bag, which tempted you deeply, but reaching deeper inside you found something you liked even more; a short pleated skirt with a grey and blue check pattern, almost like something a schoolgirl overseas might wear.
Why did she have this? It wasn’t what she’d usually wear, but… a naughty, forbidden pleasure worked its way into your heart as you held it up into the light, before pulling it up your legs and zipping it fast to your body. You’d never worn a skirt before, or even crossdressed, so wearing one now gave you such a thrill! You spun around, the feeling of the fabric catching the wind and rising making exciting you. This skirt was so short… you knew if you twirled like this your panties could clearly be seen.
Fantasies of someone walking in and seeing you, maybe growing horny and pushing you down, tearing off your panties and filling Susanne’s tight snatch with their thick cock as you moaned and screamed in her voice, pretending not to like it… it was almost too much. That warmth was spreading through your pussy again, love juices starting to leak.
But, no-one was really likely to walk in here. It was the girls changing rooms long after training… but elsewhere in school? Or in town maybe? An evil smile took to your lips as you headed out, thrilled at the idea of being seen for the first time in this new body you’d taken shelter inside.
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