Being seen as.... Being dismissed as cute, and thought of as submissive make you want to rage against Carol's assumptions. Mostly, as they're yours too. A petite Japanese woman, with a too large bust just looks like she needs a champion, a defender.
You have to admit, you never thought you'd be so busty, in your new body, and feel very self-conscious. Also not helping, is the fact that Carol is now taller than you.
"I... never... never expected..." you hug your bust a momentary tight squeeze. "I didn't imagine I'd be so busty..." you find your cheeks burning as you blush. your voice also sounding so different. It sounds soft and girlish, sweet. The idea of you having serious input into a conversation will be a difficulty.
Even Carol sounds more weighty, her voice suggesting she's a smoker, a throaty purr. It sounds husky, and reminds you of the almost gravelly tones that so excited you as a man.
With your dark blue shirt literally falling off your shoulders, you look more like a child than you like.
"The next stage now." Carol takes you by the shoulders and guides you to the door, and the next stage of the process. As she walks you forward, you cast a backwards glance to the door your came in. An irrational desire to flee, and just run away filling you, as if you could reach that door you'd somehow regain your masculinity, and sense of control. But your stomach squirms, uneasy as you are docilely lead onwards.
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