NOTE: There’s no sex in this chapter. If that’s all you’re looking for check back at Chapter 4. First 2 chapters can be found in my post history (though a link in the comments may follow).
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This is my life now
CH 3 – Sexuality and Shopping
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It was now my third day in what used to be Jill’s body. I know three days isn’t much but I was starting to suspect this may be my body from now on. It was a little disconcerting but after checking it out in the mirror a few more times I felt like I could come to terms with it. I decided that today would be my last day alone. I would take this day to enjoy myself before trying to sort my life out tomorrow. After breakfast I knew I was going to go finger myself again. I really wanted to try putting something inside of me but I couldn’t find anything that looked quite right. I made a note to go get myself a toy once I was back out in to the world.
I sat down at my computer and pulled up a video of two amateur girls who, according to the title, were both having their first time with another girl. I knew the title was BS, they always were, but it still looked like it’d be a good one. Now that I knew how a woman’s body felt and reacted I expected this to be much better than jerking off to girl on girl action when I was a guy. I let the video roll, leaned back in my chair, pulled my feet up onto the seat and pushed my knees out slightly. I gently played with my tits while I waited for the girls to get their clothes off. My mind wandered while my eyes stayed focused on the video. I started to wonder how I would manage work. Will my friends accept this change? What do I do about my bank accounts, driver’s license, and other forms of ID? I took a moment and reeled my brain back in. I shook my head and went back to the task on hand, so to speak. The video was finally getting to the good bits. The girls were rolling around naked on the floor, making out, and fingering each other. Apparently I had missed all the build up. Oh well. I moved my fingers down to my pussy and slipped them between my lips to get them nice and wet again.
My fingers came back nearly bone dry. I wasn’t wet at all. This video would have had me cumming buckets when I was a guy, but now it was doing nothing for me. I panicked a little. Maybe it was just this one. I went through half a dozen more lesbian videos before giving up and trying some solo female videos. No reaction to those either. I mean I could appreciate the attractiveness of the girls but it wasn’t exciting me like it used to. I was about to give up when I decided on an experiment, even though the potential results had me slightly worried. I pulled up another amateur hardcore video, a guy and girl alone in their bedroom having sex for the camera. I watched it intently. I could feel myself getting excited while the couple made out and slowly stripped each other. I really enjoyed seeing her pull his pants off and play with his dick as it sprung out. The blowjob portion did nothing for me and this was normally my favorite part. The actual sex scenes were exciting and I found myself getting really wet when the guy was eating her out. Once the video finished I moved on to something different. It took a few searches but I eventually found some POV videos from the girls perspective. These got me extremely wet. I loved watching the guys faces as they buried their mouths into a wet pussy, the way the cameras moved along their bodies as they thrusted themselves inside, but best of all was the build up to pushing their cocks inside for the first time. I moved on to some videos of guys jacking off. As long as I could see through body and, ideally, face the whole time it would get me super excited.
During my porn binge I had forgot about my plan to masturbate. Now that I had a better idea of what I liked I went back to the best POV video I found earlier and started to pleasure myself. I should have laid down a towel or something first, turns out I enjoyed the video a bit too much and after my 4th orgasm I realized I was once again sitting in a wet spot.
I let the warm afterglow embrace me and my mind started to wander again. I was attracted to men. I definitely hadn’t been when I was Jim, but now I was. It was an odd realization and I felt like it came almost too easily. I’m glad I found out this way though, it was much better than finding out while I was in bed with someone.
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I spent the rest of the day relaxing with a few more bouts of self pleasure. Each time I got a slightly better idea of what I was attracted to in this new body. I went to bed early, leaving enough time to get myself off once more, this time to my own fantasies. I slept like a log but managed to wake up bright and early. Now was time to get to work.
The first thing I did was text Beth. She had been my best friend since my earliest memory. We grew up next door to each other and had been there for each other our whole lives. If I could trust anyone with this, it would be Beth.
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Me: Hey. You busy today?
Beth: No. What’s up?
Me: I’m having a crisis. Can you come by?
Beth: Sure. Now?
Me: let me explain first.
Me: …
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I sent Beth a much shorter version of this same story. I left out the specifics of my sex with Jill and completely left out my self exploration. I doubt Beth would want the details. I told her that I had been sort of freaking out ever since and needed her to come by. She was certain this was a prank. We were never ones to prank each other but the story is extremely far fetched. None the less she came over right away.
I put my phone down. Then I leapt to my feet and panicked. I don’t have any clothes. I quickly surveyed the apartment. What can I wear? That’s the first time I noticed the pile of clothes near the couch. My clothes and Jill’s clothes from the other night. I grabbed the jeans and halter top easily. I couldn’t find any panties and I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. I guess I’ll be doing the same. I started with the halter top, that’s easy enough. Now the jeans. They pull up over my legs and to my thighs nice and easy. I can’t get them any further though. I start bouncing and pulling, trying to stretch them up over my hips. Every bounce then creep a little further up. Except they’re caught on my ass. I manage to get them unstuck and slowly they inch up until they give way and pull over my hips. I can feel the jeans cling to me like a second skin. But now they won’t do up. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this done before. I lay down, breathe out, and use all the muscles I can muster to shrink my waist even further. Finally I get them done up. I don’t understand how this is comfortable. It was a struggle but I manage to stand before giving myself a once over in the mirror. Uncomfortable, yes, but damn they made my lower half look good.
There was a knock at the door and I find Beth on the other side.
“Come in,” I step aside giving her room to get through.
She comes in looking at me quizzically, “Jim?” She asks.
“It’s me, Beth.” I close the door behind her.
She continues to study me. “When Destro kidnaped Barbie, who saved her?” She asks.
My mind quickly drifts back to our childhood. We each had our own toys, mine were typical fora young boy and hers typical for a young girl. We always mixed them though. The Polly Pocket Construction Crew that worked the tiny construction vehicles was one of her favorites, Barbie getting kidnaped was another.
“Spider-man.” I answered.
A look of recognition came over her face, “It is you,” she trailed off. “what happened?”
I explain the events to her again. In a bit of a longer version, still leaving out the sexy minutiae. She seemed engross by the story. Unbelieving still at first, but slowly coming to accept it.
“Okay…” she took a deep breath to process it all. “So, what do you need from me?” She asked in a truly helpful tone.
“First thing I need is clothes.” I said, “maybe a woman’s razor? Make up? I don’t know. I’ve never been a girl before. You’ve been one your whole life.”
“Alright,” Beth replied, “let’s get you a starter set. No sense in blowing all your money since you never know if you’ll end up back in your old body or not.” Beth seemed to be taking this pretty well. “What about a name? Wouldn’t it be weird to keep calling you Jim?”
“Claire.” I stated, almost immediately. “ I came up with it yesterday.”
“Why Claire?”
“It just felt right. I didn’t want to use Jill because…” I trailed off again.
“I get it. Claire it is.” Beth smiled at. I smiled back. I was very grateful to have such a good friend.
“Mark’s got his friends over so we have all day.” She added as we started to head out. Mark was Beth’s boyfriend. They had been together since high school and got a place together after college a few years back. He and I had always got along fine, but he had always been just my friend’s partner.
I let Beth drive us to one of her favorite clothing stores. I had picked her up or dropped her off here before but never went inside. I always hated when I had to go shopping with girlfriends in the past, but it was different now.
I had a small stack of clothes that I picked out to try on. I found a change room and started to try them on. I could tell immediately that most of what I picked out looked pretty terrible. I learned that I knew nothing about women’s sizes. There was one outfit that felt good and I opened the door to let Beth take a look. She immediately started giggling.
“Wow. That’s just … wow.” Her giggling fit continued. I stood in the doorway and stared at her as menacingly as I could until she finally settled down. “Let me help.” She said as she approached the door giving me a playful shove back inside and following me in. “First, lose the shirt.” She ordered before starting to rummage around in her purse.
When she looked back up I had a dumbfounded look on my face. Beth had never asked me to take my clothes off before and it felt a little awkward.
“Come on.” She snapped her fingers at me.
I looked away from her, my face felt like it was on fire. I knew I must be blushing a deep shade of red because Beth started to giggle again. I kept my eyes on the floor and slowly pulled off the shirt I had tried on. My breasts were out in the open and I immediately moved to cover them as a wave of embarrassment washed over me. I don’t know why I was feeling this way. After all it wasn’t even really my body. Maybe it was society’s influence, maybe it was just because it was Beth, or maybe it was just biological. My mind tried to sort this out but was snapped back to reality as something cold and plastic pressed against my nipples. I yelped slightly before noticing that it was just measuring tape. Beth read the numbers in the back and jotted them down.
“Lift them up.” She said. When I did as I told she measured around my chest. She had me move a few different ways and took a couple more measurement around my chest, hips, waist, and legs.
“Ok. Sit tight.” She flung open the door. I gasped again and covered my naked breasts when I realized I could see the whole store from here. I pulled the door closed and latched it before taking a seat on the bench. How do women find shopping fun? This is a pain in the ass.
There were two quick knocks on the door, “It’s me.” Beth called in.
I opened the door and let her in, making sure my half naked body was out of sight from the rest of the store. She came in and hung up a bunch of bras and panties she found.
“First, find one that feels good.” She said and handed me the first one. I tried on a couple of the ones she brought in. She offered her opinion on each one and I was really getting the hang of putting these on and taking them off. Beth helped me pick out what she called an everyday bra, something functional but not pretty.
“Now. Go through these,” she handed me another stack, “and find a sexy one.”
“Why do I need a sexy bra? I don’t plan to stay like this forever.” I protested. I stood up on my tippy toes and saw Beth scurrying off into the store. I grumbled to myself and started to try on the bras she gave me. I started to forget my protesting as I modelled them for myself. At first I didn’t want to take any of them, but once I got into the swing of it I ended up deciding on two that were just too cute to pass up. One was very deep red, strapless, and felt almost like velvet, the other was white with pink polka dots and a little bow between the cups. I added those to my ‘keep’ pile.
Beth was back with even more clothes. She handed them over the door and let her make the final call on each of the outfits. We agreed on five outfits and an extra one that I thought showed off my body nicely. There was also two sets of what Beth called Lounging Clothes which consisted of Yoga pants and tight fitting low V neck T-shirts.
That wasn’t so bad. We spent a good few hours shopping for clothes I had actually started to enjoy it. I was still hoping that I would end up being a guy again, but I knew I would miss this. We gathered up the clothes I was going to buy and headed to the checkout. Beth tossed in a 10 pack of simple panties, cute but nothing fancy. We checked out and my jaw hit the floor when I heard the price. Aside from suits I don’t think I ever spent this much in my last ten shopping trips combined. I paid and we grabbed our bags and headed back to Beth’s car. We made a quick stop at the drug store where Beth picked out make up that she thought would be simple and look good. I grabbed a razor and some shaving cream and then we were back on the road. Beth decided we should head to her place and get me dressed up there. I wasn’t going out anywhere, but I guess it was her price for helping me out in a jam.
“You know,” she said, “ I always wanted to dress you up like a pretty girl. Ever since we were kids.”
“I know. You didn’t stop asking me until high school.”
“Now I get my chance. I knew it would come eventually.” She smirked at me.
“Only because I have the body for it now.”
“You lucked out. Somehow you went from a mediocre looking guy to a bombshell girl.” She glanced over and grinned before looking back to the road. “So … have you tried out the new equipment yet?”
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me again leaving my face feeling warm and flush. Beth and I were always pretty open with each other, nothing was out of bounds. We had talked about sex and masturbation before but it felt different this time. I was starting to realize that this body was sometimes controlling me more than I was controlling it.
“That looks like a yes.” She said, widening her grin.
I just nodded while looking down slightly.
“It’s different when you’re fingering your self compared to someone else, isn’t it?”
I nodded again, “that’s a bit of an understatement.” I forced myself to reply. I knew Beth had been with girls in the past so she knew what it was like being on both the giving and receiving end.
“If you need any pointers or suggestions for toys, feel free to ask.”
I was still feeling a bit shy about the conversation but it was getting a little more comfortable. I promised I’d ask if I needed anything and changed the subject. We chatted the rest of the way back to her place. We grabbed the bags of clothes out of the trunk and headed around to the back door. Once inside we could hear Mark and his friends in the other room watching something on TV. Beth popped in to tell him we were back. I quietly asked her to keep my situation quite and she agreed. We put the bags on the counter and started to discuss what I should wear that day. I tried to suggest something easy and basic, Beth wanted me to wear the prettiest outfit we got. Beth slipped off to use the bathroom leaving me alone in the kitchen to decide what I would be wearing.
“Big shopping day?” I heard an unfamiliar voice ask from the doorway.
I looked up and didn’t recognize the guy standing there, probably one of Mark’s friends. The moment I made eye contact I felt a fluttering in my chest. My heartbeat quickened and I could feel a light tingling through my body. He was tall and good looking, I wanted to run my eyes over his body but I couldn’t bring myself to do that with him looking at me. He moved to the fridge for a drink while waiting his response. I managed to take a glance at his ass as he went by. My eyes acted on their own and my body reacted, my mind was stuck in limbo not knowing what to think.
“Uh-huh.” I managed to utter after a long moment. I cleared my throat lightly, “Biggest one I’ve had in a long time.” Wait. That didn’t sound right. “Um, shopping trip, I mean.” I could feel my face going red again. My eyes dropped from his just in time to see a slight grin appear on his face. I used that moment to take a look. Like most guys he was wearing a loose T-shirt and jeans with plenty of room. It was impossible to see what his body looked like, all I could tell is that he wasn’t overweight and about as tall as I was before the body switch.
“Does that mean we get a fashion show?” He decides not to comment on what I said. That made me feel a little more at ease.
I smiled, my cheeks still glowing red, “If you’re lucky you can see whatever I pick to wear the rest of the day.”
“Ouch.” He grabbed his chest in mock sorrow, “How lucky do I need to be to see the rest?”
“Of the clothes, or …. “ I trailed off, momentarily taken aback by what I had just said.
“First one, then maybe the other.”
“Luckier than you could imagine.” My eyes had met up with his again and the fluttering in my chest sped up. “But you never know.” I winked at him. What was I doing? Was I actually flirting with him? I could tell I found him attractive, but I hadn’t even been a girl for more than a few days. He smiled at me, then turned and headed back to the other room. I made sure to sneak another good look as he left. I let out a light sigh.
“Really?” Beth said, coming in from the other door.
I slammed for a second but couldn’t get any words to come out.
“Greg is your first crush as a girl?” She leaned out into the other room and looked at the guys. “I can see it.”
“I don’t know what happened. The words just came out on their own.”
“You’ve definitely got some flirting game. Just relax and see where it goes.”
I was still a little scared of this situation but Beth was right. I should just enjoy this while I can.
Beth took me through to her bedroom with the new clothes. She insisted again on wearing something nice and not the lounging clothes. She was a little surprised when I didn’t argue. We went through my purchases again and she held up one of the new outfits. I shook my head. She insisted telling me that Greg would love it before breaking out into another fit of giggles. Somehow that won me over even though I tried to resist.
I took the clothes from her and started to undress. After the changing room this didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. I stripped naked and pulled on a new pair of panties fresh out of the package. They felt cozy and warm. Somehow it felt good to be in some underwear after going without for so long. I slipped the red velvet bra on and made my breasts comfortable in the cups after a few minor adjustments. I still wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing, but I took the yellow sundress off of it’s hangar and slipped it over my head. Beth helped me get it situated correctly before I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress looked incredibly hot on this body and it felt cool and breezy. It was hard to believe that I could feel this comfortable while looking so good. Beth catcalled as I spun around to see all the angles I could glimpse from the mirror.
I sat down on Beth’s bed, pointed to the makeup bag and told her to work her magic. She applied as little as possible, just enough to accent the features of my face, but not enough to make me look like the Joker. By the time she was finished with me it was mid afternoon. Mark’s friends would be leaving soon and Beth invited me to stay for dinner with them. I declined. She offered to drive me home, but I wanted to enjoy the sun and see how many looks I could get so I told her I would walk. It wasn’t very far anyway.
I gathered up my new clothes and Beth followed to see me out. I could tell she was expecting me to head out the back, like usual, but I made my way toward the front door through the living room. As soon as I walked into the room I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. Mark and four of his friends were looking me up and down. I looked t each of them briefly until I found Greg and my eyes locked onto his moments before they made their way up to mine. I smiled at him.
“What do you think?” I asked and gave a quick twirl, causing the dress to fan out and lift a few inches.
“Wow.” Was all he count manage. I felt powerful.
I smiled at him again and headed for the door. Beth said goodbye and added that Greg was only in town for the week and if I was interested I should act fast. I wasn’t sure how to reply and told her I’d have to sleep on it. I may have just been caught up in the girly excitement of the day. We said goodbye, hugged, and I started to walk home.
I could feel the men’s eyes following me as I walked down the street. It made me feel sexy and slightly nervous at the same time. I almost didn’t notice the car pull up beside me until I heard Greg’s voice.
“Hey, Claire. Need a lift?” He asked.
A wave of relief washed through me. I nodded quickly, threw my clothes in the back, and jumped in the passenger seat. We made small talk on the short drive to my place. Once we got there we made our way to a bench outside the building and kept chatting. He was from out of town and his parents had been friends with Mark’s. He is out this way on vacation and thought he’d visit some old friends while he was here. The sun was starting to set when he said that he should get going, he was meeting his parents for a late dinner.
I walked back to his car with him so I could grab my bags. I grabbed a loose pen that was floating around the back seat. I held in a deep breath while I grabbed his hand and scrawled my number on it.
“Let me know how your dinner goes.” I held on to his open hand for a minute, looking at my number on his palm. His hand was so big compared to mine. Or were mine just mush smaller than I remember. The fluttering feeling in my chest had returned. I rubbed my thumb over the side of his hand. My eyes slowly climbed his arm, up to his should, along his neck, across his face and into his eyes. I felt faint, my head was so light I might just float away. I felt his other hand touch my cheek, propping up my head along the jaw. Time stopped. I gazed into his eyes, in that moment I knew that I wanted him and a feeling deep inside that I might want to remain as a woman for this. His eyes closed as his head leaned forward, mine followed suit. His lips met mine and I hungrily opened my mouth to let in his tongue. He followed my lead and we kissed passionately for a few seconds or a few hours. I couldn’t tell. When he finally broke the kiss my lips remained pursed and tilted up yearning for more. I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me. I smiled back. He moved away and said his goodbyes. He promised to text me later. I stayed and waved as he drive away. I picked up my bags and floated back to my apartment. This was going to be an interesting week.
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