Standing there naked you grab the first pile of clothes near you and start putting them on.
The boxer shorts that you pulled on felt loose compared to the panties you were use to.
You tried on a tank top tee shirt and dress socks.
At least you were covered but you still looked like a fat ugly woman.
Pulling on the slacks you buckled your belt and pulled on a vest and a nice jacket.
The last thing you put on was a hat. There was a rugged baseball cap and a fancy bowler hat. Putting the
baseball cap on it just didn't look right then you put on the bowler.
But you still looked like a fat ugly woman in a suit.
collapsing heavily on the changing bench you put your face in your hands and started to cry.
When you finally were all cried out you looked up into the mirror again and there was a well dressed but fat
younger man. You must have become around 25 but you were rounder than you were tall so you had become even
fatter than you were as a woman.
Your face had a thick well manicured beard disguising the double chins and the chubby cheeks.
If you hadn't put on that white button down shirt and the neck tie you would have seen a very hairy chest.
Looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but lust after the man in the mirror. And it was at least
a step up from the fat ugly woman.
You wondered why you couldn't have been a skinny hansom man but this would at least be better until you
realize what your new occupation was then it would have a whole new set of problems.