With a sigh, you tugged the pair of panties back off. They were wet, and gave off a strong, musky, but not all too unpleasant smell. Still, you huffed in annoyance at another set of underwear 'soiled', or at least made wet to a degree it no longer felt comfortable wearing it. You threw it in the basket, and hurried back over to the bedroom again. Shorts would do, for now.
Sadie was staring at you as you walked over to the closet. With only some stockings to cover your labia and luscious legs, she probably just couldn't help it. When she noticed you were rummaging through your own drawer though, she couldn't help but comment on your actions.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I changed my mind. A guy like me can't have a pussy between his legs. Upkeep is too much of a nuisance, and besides-and I feel really weird for saying this-but constantly thinking about having my own pussy is not helping me out keeping my underwear clean."
"Don't think in problems babe, think in solutions." Sadie commented. It was a mantra that she regularly repeated.
"And my solution is to go out, to the Magic Shop, and have my pussy problem resolved quickly, and above all," you pressed the wet spot of your stockings where they covered your new opening against the skin of your labia with my fingers, bending over to show your girlfriend the issue at hand, "I will have it done cleanly.
"Besides," you told Sadie, "you were the one who told me this transformation wouldn't have to be permanent in the first place."
Sadie huffed. You'd ignored commenting on the argument she used to have your changes last a little longer anyway. And as much as sharing these clothes and having the legs to wear them on still felt enticing, the issues you'd found and mulled over in the first few hours of your having a pussy, as a man, were too important to ignore.
"Well," Sadie decided, "no point fretting over it. It's your body, so it's your choice to make, even if you didn't have much of one the moment you put on these stockings." You only huffed in response. "On the condition that you will take me with you to this Magic Shop, and I get to pick some of the more user-friendly items the cleric has for sale over there."
You looked at her. You were done changing into a more masculine set of clothes you actually felt at ease walking around in public with, even if they didn't feel comfortable-the way the pressed against your new labia in entirely new and unfamiliar ways-in the slightest.
The stockings you bought from the Magic Shop did their job perfectly well, making the product's wearers legs irresistible to the people that would look at it in its exposed and uncovered state. Sadie's reaction at me standing naked in front of her, with these luscious women's legs, pert ass and meaty pussy, was positive, despite whether she was in a heterosexual relationship with you or not. It had been your own fault trying them on and falling asleep in them. Physically, it had been a net loss, but only because the changes got rid of your little lifetime companion. In return, relationship-wise, the excitement your girlfriend shared with you about your transformation, her eagerness to share her own clothes with you, despite your hesitance- you could only feel happy about that.
"Fine," you responded. "My treat, since your previous present was lost on you."