Wrapping the towel around your waist you open the door with a friendly smile.
“OK Lucy I found this bag of cloths Rachel Priest left when she moved out, she was about your size… Woah!”
He trails of as for the second time today the sight of your naked body renders a man speechless realizing your mistake
just too late you try to cover your boobs while holding onto the towel only to find your single free hand is hopelessly
inadequate to the task finally you just grab the bag and slam and the bathroom door
in his face.
“Shit, boobs now.” you mutter your face glowing red “With great tits comes great responsibly, better get these covered before
I turn the whole building into drooling idiots.”
You start to sort through the cloths looking for items that A fit and B aren’t too girly. You push aside skirts and panties
until you unearth a pair of jeans only to find that not only are they too long but that no amount of pulling will force them
over your hips and ass. You find the same with all the pants in the bag none of them come close to fitting.
“Damn you Rachel. I remember you I always thought you were a skinny bitch. I hope you’re getting really
fat in Bogota.”
You give up on the pants and start trying on skirts and dresses reassuring yourself that it’s not weird
to be wearing Rachel’s cloths you are undeniably a woman now this is how women dress. It still feel
creepy as you zip up a short black skirt that has just enough give to go over your hips it still clings
to your butt leaving little to the imagination, not what you would have chosen but it will have to do.
You have more choice when picking a top, it doesn’t even occur to you to wear a bra, instead you try a
plain white blouse only to have the buttons ping right off. You discard a couple of thread bare t-shirts
before settling on a lose fitting off the shoulder navy top, it’s odd having your shoulders bare but at
least it doesn’t draw to much attention to your chest. Next you add a short-waist jacket that makes you
feel a bit more covered on top even if it won’t button up properly. Next you grit your teeth and start
trying on panties. The way things are going you are not surprised to find the only thing that fits well is
a sexy black thong you consider going commando but decide that your skirt is too short to risk it.
Finally you slip on a pair plain black office shoes, they fit comfortably enough and you soon get a grip
on walking in them despite the two inch heel. As you check yourself in the mirror one last time tying back
your still damp blond hair with a borrowed scrunchy you see a brown leather purse and on impulse you wrap
the DVD in a pair of pantyhose and stuff in inside. At last you feel ready to been seen in public or at
least by Darryl you take a deep breath and open the bathroom door.