This choice: go shopping for new clothes that fit her style • Go Back... Mallory was still looking at tops for her new body when her sister noticed her readjusting her breasts again. “You can’t just do that,” her sister Melissa told her in whisper.
“You say that, but they’re completely in the way!” Mallory hissed back. “How do girls deal with boobs all the time?”
“Well most girls aren’t packing a pair of K cup tits,” Melissa teased. “And you do realize that that animal print top is low cut and will show those big tits off don’t you?”
“If you got it flaunt it,” Mallory smiled slyly before giving her top a little shimmy.
“So what’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Y’know, being a big beautiful woman now?”
Mallory was silent for a second, giving her answer actual thought. “It’s like being trapped in a big body suit. Like I move around but then it feels like an outer layer moves just a slight second afterwards. It’s weird, not bad, but weird. I mean I’m not sure I like being so fat, but the tits and vagina kind of make up for it.”
“So we’re going to get our nails done after this?” Melissa asked her newly made sister.
“Yeah, but can I wear these clothes out? The stuff you scrounged from mom is just too tight and uncomfortable!” Mallory complained.
“Sure, just change into them and give me the tags. Women do it all the time, and now that you are one, you can too,” Melissa laughed. Mallory went into the stall and reached over the door with the tags. Melissa went and paid for them and came back for her new sister to exit the stall. Mallory came out in the tight, low cut, leopard print blouse she was looking at before, a pair of black ponte Capri pants with tan stocking on underneath, and a pair of black, open-toed pumps with a 5-inch heel. She had also taken time to freshen up her make up , applying burgundy lipstick and some more eye shadow. She looked a bit trashy to be honest, but she was thick and curvy in all the right places. The idea of God giving so little to others and so much to so few popped into Melissa’s mind and all she could think to say was, “Wow.”
“I think after we get our nails done we should also get our hair did,” Mallory told her sister as she grimaced at her brown hair in the nearest mirror.
“You’re going all out on being a woman aren’t you?”
“Hey, why not?” Mallory shrugged.
The two sister’s got their nails did, with Melissa going very reserved and Mallory going very loud with long fake nails and fire engine red polish. It was like she was wearing blood red talons on her hands. Melissa couldn’t believe how her former brother was taking to his changes.
At the hair salon Mallory kept with the theme of her changes and had her hair dyed a deep crimson red and styled into a towering beehive hair do. One of the stylist had given her gum and she now cracked it every few seconds to the annoyance of all around her. “So what do you want to do now?” she asked as she put her hands to her hips and bounced one up and down.
‘Let’s head home, I’m not sure you’re done changing yet,” Melissa said concerned. “Your tastes have changed since we got here. You never liked women dressed the way you are now, and yet you think loud and brash is the way to go.”
“So?”
“So, it’s not like you.”
“Neither is being a big beautiful women,” Mallory snapped her gum. “And yet here I am.”
“So will you come with me?” Melissa asked concerned.
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