Eve dressed in the most unisex outfit she could. But leggings, clung tightly to her curves, making her ass look more obviously rounder and fuller. Her crotch just as hauntingly female. Shuddering at her limited options, she dismissed the skimpy, lacy, and racier items.
But that only left the skin-tight items. She tugged a jumper into place, finally concealing those massive nips, from sight. Even as her bust stretched the fabric to its' limit, she was muttering to the empty air. Hoping that the haunting voice was listening.
"I may look like one... I may have to dress like one..." her voice quavering, carrying no weight or conviction. But she continued, "But I'm not a slut... and I ... I won't become one."
Her words faded unheeded in the empty room. The indifference of her new reality more disturbing than any reply she could have heard.
Looking around, she dismissed the heels, for simple sneakers. A match for her vaguely 'sporty' look. The wardrobe door remained open, and she didn't like looking that direction. It was the cheerleader outfit hanging there that made her feel queasy. The shortness of the skirt, so revealing, and hinting at the type of girl that she was meant to be.
She shuddered, was this how the world already saw her?
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