You run blindly stumbling and ungainly in Rachel Priest’s cast off heels until the
pain from your ankles and unsupported breasts forces you to stop. You wander around
for what seems like hours slowly adapting to your new center of gravity and realigned
hips until you start to feel a little more comfortable only occasionally tripping
over your heels. With nowhere particular t you head down town hoping to lose yourself
in the crowds, unfortunately your new body doesn't exactly blend in, even without
makeup and in mismatched borrowed cloths you are drawing quite a lot of attention.
It seems like just about every man in the street is looking at you, most stealing
furtive glances at your tits or turning to watch your ass as you pass a few openly
ogling you like you're some piece of meat, it feels creepy as hell but you can't really
blame them just this morning you probably would have done the same thing. What's really
messing with your head are the women, as a guy you were used to the occasional second
glance, now every woman you pass looks at you in one of two ways, either with poorly
disguised envy or like they want to scratch your eyes out, it's a constant reminder of
how much you have changed.
Eventually you can't take any more unwanted attention and dash into the nearest store
inside you look around and find you are in...