You ultimately decide to keep things simple for now. If you were at risk of getting thrown out because you were a boy in a women's clothes store, then you'd just start wearing women's clothing. After taking a quick look at what the women were wearing, you point at the skinny blonde. Her outfit was the girliest, so you figured it would be best to swap with her. You wanted to make sure it was clear to the store employee that you preferred to wear women's clothing and you had a valid reason to be in the store, and as much as it would be something more familiar for you, a shirt and a pair of skinny jeans weren't exactly the most feminine clothing you could pick.
The remote brings up three holographic screens; one showing yourself, one showing the woman you'd pointed at, and one showing a huge list of things you could choose to swap. It doesn't take you long to find the option labelled "Clothes", and you drag it over to the picture of yourself. The moment you let go, the pictures displayed on the screens changes. The image of the woman was now dressed rather plainly, wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. You, however, looked a bit ridiculous, dressed in a white tube top, a pink miniskirt, and a pair of wedge sandals. You even seemed to have gained the woman's accessories, like rings, earrings, and bracelets, and other parts of her outfit that you wouldn't have called "clothes". The image showed you with the woman's handbag slung over your shoulder, your nails perfectly manicured, and even with makeup adorning your face. You'd almost be ready to say you looked good, like you'd actually put effort into into your girly appearance, if not for your hair. You still had your short boyish hairstyle, and your body hair was blatantly obvious with your legs out on display for everyone to see.
You'd decided to keep things simple though, so you decide to just leave it with the clothes for now. "Confirm," you say aloud, causing time to resume again. You can immediately feel the difference in your clothes, but seeing as there was still a store employee standing in front of you, you refrain from examining yourself just yet. "Oh, I just just browsing," you say, turning back to the store employee, doing your best to not show any react to your sudden shift in attire.
The employee was still staring at you, but their suspicious look seemed to have been replaced with a more sympathetic one. "Alright," she said with a small nod. "Well, if you need any help, just let me know. I might be able to see if we have anything in your size."
"Right, thanks," you reply, as the employee turns to leave and head back to the front of the store. It seemed that in this reality, she hadn't come over because she suspected you of stalking the women, but rather because she was concerned about whether you'd be able to find anything that fit you, seeing as you still had a male body and all. Quite the change of tone from how she'd treated you earlier, but you didn't really care. You were more concerned with yourself right now.
Looking down at yourself, you find yourself looking at what was shown on the screen from the remote, only from a very different perspective. Everything you saw in the screen was there; the tube top wrapped around your torso, the miniskirt clinging to your hips, the sandals on your feet, the bag slung over your shoulder, even the rings and bracelets adorning your hands. It was all there, only instead of simply seeing it, you were feeling it now. You felt much more exposed with how little it covered, to say nothing of how unfamiliar these different types of clothing and fabric felt. Even the parts you couldn't see, like the earring in your ears and the makeup on your face, you could still feel. What you hadn't fully anticipated, though, were the parts you couldn't have seen in the image. You were apparently wearing a strapless bra under your top, uselessly cupping your flat chest, and forming two tiny, barely noticeable bumps under your top. Meanwhile, under your skirt, you didn't know what kind you were wearing, but those were definitely women's panties, a lot softer and silkier than you were used to underwear feeling. Everything had adjusted to fit your body, though your panties still felt a little uncomfortable, riding up a little and clearly not being designed to hold male genitalia.
Regardless, aside from the situation with your underwear, your new outfit didn't feel all that uncomfortable, just different and unfamiliar. More importantly, it gave you completely free access to roam around the store without being questioned. As such, you begin to make your way across the store towards the group of women, making sure to make it look like you were still browsing the goods on display, and barely even noticing that you seemed to have adapted to your new outfit. You were having no trouble walking in your new sandals, and you seemed to know exactly how wide your steps could be without exposing anything under your skirt. It was like your brain subconsciously knew how to handle your new clothes, like you'd been wearing them for years, even though your conscious thought still thought of them as new and strange. You weren't paying close enough attention to actually notice though, seeing as you were too busy focusing on other things.
You were only about a single clothes rack away from the group of women now, close enough that you could hear their idle chatter as they browsed the selection of clothes available. One of them was no longer browsing though. As the other women looked for things to buy, the skinny blonde, now clad in a boyish shirt and jeans, seemed to have no interest in the clothes, and was instead just chatting with her friends. It seemed that now that she wore boys' clothes, she wasn't interested in women's clothes anymore. On the contrary, you'd caught yourself getting a little distracted on your way over here, looking at some of the dresses a little longer than you needed to if you were just pretending to browse. You weren't legitimately considering buying anything, but it felt like getting distracted when walking past a t-shirt with a design you liked on it. It seemed that in order to account for you wearing the woman's clothes, you'd gained her general fashion sense as well. It felt a little embarrassing, actually looking at the dresses with interest in wearing them, or something similar to them, but you supposed that to everyone else it was normal for you to be like this, so you may as well just go with it for now.
Of course, any further exploration of your new admiration for women's fashion could wait. The women you'd followed in here, the reason you were dressed like a girl in the first place, were right in front of you. You could swap anything you wanted with them. You could have just pressed the button on the remote now, but you decide to let time keep flowing while you think this time. Unless the women decided to leave, you weren't in any rush. Besides, maybe their idle chatter would give you some ideas for swaps. For now though, you did you best to come up with your own ideas.
Much like your initial swap, your ideas started fairly small. Glancing down at yourself again, you are reminded of what you swap on the screens when you swapped clothing with the skinny blonde. Your hair majorly clashed with the rest of your outfit, both the hair on your head and your body hair on your exposed arms and legs. If you wanted to go even further with your new feminine style, you could swap your hair with one of the girls here. The blonde would make the most sense, seeing as these were originally here clothes, and she was already dressing like a boy anyway, but there was no reason to limit yourself if you decided you liked one of the other girls' hair better.
Of course, despite your new attire, you were still a teenage guy, and you couldn't help but admire some of the non-clothing aspects of the women. Though you weren't sure whether you were ready to go full female just yet, there were aspects of your girly outfit that could be helped out a bit by swapping a few parts. For example, your bra right now was useless. It fit you perfectly, but the cups had been made to be entirely flat because you had nothing to fill them with. The idea of filling them was very appealing, and the women in front of you could (unknowingly) help you with that. Your skirt was also falling flat, sitting on your boyish hips and butt. If you didn't want something soft on your chest, you could always increase the mounds on your rear instead. Some of the women in the group were wearing some pretty tight pants, giving you a good view of what you could be swapping.
Unfortunately, as you looked over your options, you could feel the small bulge at the front of your skirt starting to grow, highlighting the issue with your panties. Though they'd adjusted to fit you, they weren't built with your genitals in mind. They felt a little cramped, and threatened to let your parts slip out the side. Perhaps it might be a good idea to let one of the women deal with your bulge for now instead, leaving you free to experiment without fear of a wardrobe malfunction. It probably helped that you were also a bit curious as to what it would feel like to have a woman's parts down there.
Those were, of course, only a few of the options on offer, and they were only physical things so far. If you thought for a little longer, you were sure you could think of more things that were just as exciting prospects.
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