Angela had a moment to herself while Alexis left to go find suitable clothing for her to wear. She sat on the bench in the dressing room, feeling slightly hot despite wearing nothing but a bra and panties. She continued to stare at her image in the mirror, of the beautiful woman she had become.
It was a sobering feeling. She no longer felt like the confident, take-charge guy she usually was. She couldn't tell if it was the residual effects of the alcohol, or the transformation itself that caused her to feel different. It didn't really matter. She hoped that, as time went on while in her new form, she would start feeling used to herself and regain those parts of her personality. For now, however, she felt quite awkward and weak. Part of her didn't want to leave the privacy of the dressing room, but another part didn't want to stay cooped up doing nothing.
She began to wonder what kind of clothes Alexis would pick out for her. Before she left, Angela had asked her not to bring anything too girly, but it was doubtful she would seriously consider that request. Before long, Angela started stroking her silky hair, enjoying the feeling of running her fingers through the soft strands.
Her mind wandered, losing sense of time and self. As she began to daydream in the pleasant warmth of the changing room, something happened...