“This is a lot. Can we just head back to the dorm? What if someone sees me?” you pouted.
“No,” replied Kim, “I told you I need to pick up a few things; that’s why I came here in the first place. Besides, you and I are the only ones that know you used to be a dude, and you’ll need a few things—unless you plan to wear that all month.”
You glanced down as Kim gestured toward you, noticing for the first time that the flashlight had transformed your favorite jeans and polo (the one that was just tight enough across the chest to show off the modest results of your occasional workouts) into a short skirt and low-cut top that showed off…something else. At least your shoes were flats.
“Now let’s go.” Kim had slipped the flashlight into her purse and some different clothes that actually covered you would be nice—although given the size of your tits and ass a circus tent would probably still be classified as “form-fitting”.
You reluctantly followed Kim.