Michael cursed himself for being stuck in this predicament; with such a voluptuous body and revealing clothing, there was no way he could ever go back to being normal now. And it didn't help that each minor sway and movement of his curvy female body made him emit a feminine moan, considering he has the bimbo's voice now, too.
His real issue was how the hell he was supposed to walk around, near people who see him on a daily basis, like this. Would they think the male bodied guy they always say was just a sexy woman hiding her features? Would they think him just a transexual? Or would they think he's just wearing a costume? Regardless, Michael was at college for a reason, and it was imperative he doesn't miss a single class while he's here. "Guess I have no choice." He sighed, wobbling in the platform flip flops as he stepped out of his dorm.
Today was a philosophy class, just the thing to help him contemplate how to handle all these new developments. Along the way, fellow alumni stared at him with wide eyes, wondering if they themselves are just suffering some strange fever dream. Michael, a normally average guy, is now a tall woman with insane proportions and lewd clothes? It didn't help that each step made his thick thighs rub against his plump pussy, turning him on and making sex fluids leak onto his smooth skin, causing his inner thighs to glisten in the light. "If I ever find that bitch, or that fae, they'll have a lot coming to them." He promised, walking around with jiggling tits and swaying ass. However, as if by a strange habit, he can't stop licking his plump lips; he figured it was a side effect of having this bimbo body.