I never would have expected myself to feel so comfortable in this femboy body, but I felt like a scrawny king. No one was gonna stop me from being the cute, mild-mannered slut king I was now. Looking in the mirror, I could see my new assets, and I wanted to show them off. I just wondered if I had any clothes to do that with in my closet.
Looking in my closet, I found that some of reality had changed around me. Apparently my closet changes with my body (it made sense since my drivers license also changed with my body). My closet was packed, more packed than normal. I jumped up and down in glee, clapping my hands. My ass jiggled and my cock flopped up and down. That just made me even more excited to show them off.
"What to choose what to choose." I saw a stack of leggings, colored from blacks and deep maroons to bright yellows and fuchsias. Next to those I saw a rack of tops. There were skimpy bras and bikinis, tight-fitting blouses and t-shirts. I chuckled at the one that said "I heart hot moms" and the Hooters shirt. Above my tops I saw a stack of bottoms: tight jeans, joggers and sweatpants, booty shorts, and baggy pants. Not only were there a multitude of clothes here, I also saw some costumes. There was a fairy princess costume, a French maid outfit, and a green frog onesie (I thought that one was kinda cute).
That was barely scratching the surface though. "So many choices, what do I wear?" I asked myself.