Dan had just finished in the shower. He was walking around his room. The camcorder he had set up yesterday was still stood there, and so was his bag with his new clothes. He put his bathrobe on and was trying to dry his hair. So damn much of it, and it took ages to dry.
Walking downstairs, he opened his fridge and noticed how empty it was. He picked up some milk and made himself a strong coffee.
He turned the television on in the living room, and sat down on the sofa and curled his feet up. He didnt care how girly it felt. He was miserable.
'Another day like this' he thought. 'plus im going to hae to go out again, and get soem food. It means going through the works witht he make up and clothes. Man i want to be me again'.
He sat and finished his coffee, and then started to brush his hair straight. He stood up and went to his bedroom. He sighed and started the long process of getting ready. First underwear. He disrobed, and picked up the pair he had bought yesterday frokm his bag. Along with the push up bra. He then picked out his black skirt, and crop top, and then piled all the rest of them in a hmp, and took them down to be washed.
Stood inside the kitchen in his underwear reading the washing instructions for these impossibley thin garments. He suddenly heard a wolf wistle from his window. Winking at him was his window cleaner. Dan squealed, and heard the window cleaner laughing as he raced through his house to his room.
'oh my GOD! What a pervert.' He threw himself on his bed and banged his arms up and down. This was awful. Why was it so difficult for him to adjust! After a while he sat up. Brushed a sly tear from his eyes, and pulled his skirt up. He adired himself to make sure he had put the clothing on right, and then pulled his top on. His boobs stuck out massively. He slipped his heels on, and then went down stairs. He clip clopped along the tiles of the floor, and was happy to see the window cleaner had gone. He shoved the clothes in the wash, and then went back up stairs to apply his make up. And finish his hair.
He stood back, after what felt like ages. and admired himself. He groped around with his bum and boobs, and then realised he needed the toilet.
After this, he picked up his purse, and put two of the sanitary towels Vicky had given him. He put some make up and his credit cards in there to. And left the house to go shopping.
It was only as he was driving to town again, he was feeling really great about looking so sexy again in public. He just had to keep reminding himself to stop his skirt riding up.