You try to assemble a wardrobe selection from your comforting and familiar clothes. Hoping to endure this, until... hopefully it reverses.
However, as you wake for the third week, you have to admit you need to change your strategy. None of your formal clothes fit. Your smart office outfits hang loosely on your reduced frame. Too loose at the waist and shoulders, and doing little to disguise your wide hips, and fuller bust.
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You certainly don't want to pretend things aren't real. The resistance fighters feel delusional, engaging in displays of masculinity they can't pull off. At the opposite extreme, there are those who were liberated by the Great Switch. However, like the majority you find yourself in the middle.
The same problem on the other side is unsettling, as the former women embrace their new found masculinity, and make quite intimidating figure as they strut and flex their stronger bodies, some glorying in the reversal are determined to impose some empathy on their former partners, or bosses.
There's a problem you tried determinedly to ignore. However, the swing of the girls is distracting. The friction as they brush against the inside of your baggy shirt does unsettling things to your attention, awaking sensations you don't want to consider.
Only your exercise wear fits, and that hangs unfortunately, too. No longer so baggy, and still too long in the arms and legs.
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Defeated and dejected, you head out having to select your feminine underwear. Something simple is all you want. Unfazed by the style of fashion, you only care about how well it controls, the girls.
You can see the interest on the new guys faces, when you walk around town. It's disturbing, and you try to understand it... Just wishing you were still in that same role yourself.
Thankfully, you live in a fairly tolerant and equal society. There has been significant strain in other parts of the world, with this being seen as divine intervention and setting things right.
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You need to accept, that for the moment, at least, you are a woman. You need to dress as one. Others recognised this before you, while you still considered it a surrender.
Entering the first store, the assistant smiles welcomingly, sympathetically. She looks smart, and exactly as an assistant would've before the change. The name badge identifies her as 'Jane'. You can't help but squirm at how completely she's adjusted. You guess, she was previously John, or James. Some have kept their former names, other adjusting and adopting entirely new identities, and registering them with the government... as everyone had to.
However, you need her advice and she does recognise your nervousness, and guesses this is your first time. The exercise outfit does rather do a lot of that work.
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