And what better place to go see the fruits of his wish than the shopping mall?
So after cleaning up his cum, Jack, now 'Jaclyn', went to his closet and picked out a clothes set of a cute tube top and a miniskirt along with a pair of pink striped knee socks. He considered putting on a pair of panties, but thought with his miniskirt already clinging tightly around the hips of his hourglass shaped body, it wasn't necessary. And besides, he wanted to have as much fun as he wanted in this new world. With that, he headed out to the mall in all his femboi glory, unfazed by the fact that he had all these feminine clothing and furniture in his room as he had already happily accepted his new reality.
The local mall was certainly a sight to behold as the wish had already settled its new reality in: every clothing store that wasn't already female exclusive now was while every other store was now catered to miscellaneous feminine products. His personal specification for "gorgeous" clearly showed, with the clothing store styles ranging from elegant beauty dresses to stylish pop clothes, cute bubbly attires to sexy lingerie.
Of course what was a femboi mall without its fembois? The mall was bustling with fembois all strutting about with different agendas on hand. Some were going from store to store with an assortment of bags from various clothing and cosmetic stores, some giggling about the food court as they shared gossips and brunch together, and there were even some that were just relaxing with their femboi friends.
The whole setting could have been mistaken as a girls' day at the mall if it hadn't been for the fact that modesty isn't exactly a femboi principle. While their thin, hourglass-shaped bodies and female attires would say otherwise, it didn't excuse the fact that not one of them had any discernible busts and many of them had obvious bulges and tents to give away their true sex.
Jaclyn looked around happily, observing the new social normality that he had created. One femboi had just exited from what was once a Men's Warehouse store now called "Fembois' Depot" proudly strutting in his newly purchased, formal gray business dress, the skirt tenting from excitement at his buy while he flicked his wrists out flamboyantly. His flowing auburn hair helped his image of a flamboyant, charismatic, yet authoritative boss woman... if she were secretly a cute male boi.
Looking over to the food court, he could see dozens of fembois occupying the many tables that dotted the now larger area, many of them akin to young, bright-hair-colored teenagers giggling and gossiping as they sipped their pink lemonades and iced tea, mini skirts of both casual and school uniforms tented clearly underneath the translucent glass tables, with squirts of pre staining the bottoms every time groups squealed in feminine delight and embarrassment. That's when Jaclyn noticed that there was an interesting effect on footwear as well, as while many of them wore various types of women's shoes, some of them were only wearing soft socks or were even barefoot, cuddling their feet with others with similar types of foot fetish.
One couple caught his sight as well as his heartstrings: a femboi wearing an off-shoulder blouse, being long enough to act as a skirt as well, kissing another who wore an oversized sports jersey with a not-so-subtle number of '69' printed on it, being just as long as the other boi's blouse. Both were passionately french kissing each other while they lovingly wrapped one hand around each other's hips while using the other to wrap around each other's tents being formed by the erections they sported underneath their elongated clothing.
Yes, this was indeed the best of both worlds Jaclyn wished for, but what shall he do now?