As she opened her drawers and her closet, she realized something was terribly wrong. Yes, most of these were her clothes, but something was very different.
This had to be a cruel joke. Most of her clothing looked as if it was picked out by a horny teenager. Her work clothes would barely have gotten past her work dress code. Certainly, she wasn't the bustiest woman in the world, sporting her modest B cups, but now her clothing was all cut very low, and had she only had a vagina, her skirts would have barely covered that. Further, she had bras of all different cup sizes, and the ones that fit her now were all low enough cups to let her bare nipples poke through.
Her panties weren't much better. She had her normal cotton panties and thongs, which all now would look obscene on her. In addition, there seemed to be some panties that looked like they could conceal her new... "additions." She slipped them on to give them a try.
It seemed as if they didn't fit right at first. She moved her package around, eventually discovering that they really only hid her penis when she stuck her member into her pussy. Gently, she slid her cock into herself, suppressing a gasp, and pulled the concealers on completely. At first glance, with these on, it appeared that she was just a woman with an obscenely sized clit and monstrous cameltoe. She took a couple steps to check out how everything else looked... That's when she felt it.
She wasn't quite sure of the mechanism, but whoever had designed these panties had designed them to shove her cock into herself as she walked. She tried a few different gaits, and found the only way to not fuck herself constantly with these on was to walk with a sexy cross-step (like on a catwalk) that caused her to swing her hips as she walked. This, it seemed, was the only way she could move in these without filling herself with her seed constantly.
She took them off, not wanting to fall into the trap of playing with herself more. These weren't great, but at least she had some options.