As I showered, I was tempted to use the same shampoo and body soap I used as a guy, but I resisted. I figured, if I did go out of the house, I should probably smell like a girl. At least that was my reasoning.
I also took some time to explore my new body. I found that Tiffany's/my boobs were big enough that I could lick my own nipples. That was really got me excited. I never realized that women could be so sexually stimulated by their own boobs. As my excitement came closer to orgasm, I was amazed at how intense it was. My whole body felt the building orgasm, where, as a guy, it was generally located in the gut and genitals. I moved one hand from my large boobs and traced it down my stomach, sending chills up and down my spine. As I got nearer to my new clit, my hips started bucking, almost on their own. The intensity was building so rapidly and then, finally a tidal wave of pleasure came over me and I moaned as the orgasm came.
After cleaning up, I stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. My nipples sent sparks up my body as I brushed them lightly with the towel. I dried off my large derrier and shapely hips. The hardest thing I found to dry was my hair, just because I had so much of it. After drying it as best I could, I wrapped the towel around me as women due, making sure to cover up my chest and groin.
I brushed my teeth, marveling at my smaller mouth. I then went upstairs to Tiffany's room. The door was open so I went in. Tiffany was standing by her bed, laying out some clothing, apparently for me to wear. She had put on a pink polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She turned around as I came in.
"Hey, you did that towel up pretty well John. If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd been a girl your whole life."
"Thanks Tiff," I said half heartedly. "I don't know whether I should take that as a compliment or an insult."
"Well, I meant it as a compliment."
"Ok." I smiled.
"Here, I laid out a bra, panties, shorts and shirt for you to wear today. I don't plan on taking you anywhere today, but if someone were to come to the house, I figured it might be good to wear this instead of running around braless all day."
I agreed with her and we continued.
"Here, before you get changed, hand me your towel."
I was hesitant to remove my towel, even though she had definitely seen that body naked before, not to mention I had been topless around her before as well. Don't ask me why I was hesitant all of a sudden. I was now a girl and therefore did not think exactly as I did when I was a guy.
"Oh, don't be shy John. Its not like I haven't seen it before."
I relented and gave her the towel. She then started drying my hair for me.
"Its pretty difficult to get all this hair dry. You'll soon learn how to best do it."
I then got dressed. First came the panties, which felt great on my lower curves. Somehow it felt reassuring. Next, I picked up the bra. I looked at the tag and was amazed. 32DD! The last time I had looked at one of Tiff's bras was a few years ago and it was a 32 C at that time. Man, I had large boobs. I struggled getting the bra on and with some help and direction, I was finally able to secure my tits. It didn't feel confining, but actually felt good as the weight from my boobs was transfered from my chest to my shoulders and back.
The rest of the clothing was easy. The shirt and shorts were smaller than I was used to, but not over constricting. I appreciated the amount of cleavage the shirt showed and how it outlined my new boobs. The shorts showed off my long, smooth legs and formed to my hips and ass. It was almost arousing in itself.