Chapter 3

I had to come up with a plan. Mr. Graham basically gave me a week to figure this out before things got really bad, really fast.

So first things first I needed clothes. None of my old clothes fit and they were all for men. So I needed to go to the mall and atleast buy enough stuff to wear so I could function in the outside world long enough to figure this out.

“Shit, what am I going to wear to actually leave the house in the first place?”

Then I remembered that Blair visited me a few weeks before we broke up to check out the my new apartment and she forgot some of her clothes.

“I can’t believe I almost threw them out.”

I rushed over to the corner of the closet where I had left them in a black trash bag. I took the clothes out and found a pair of black leggings and pink tank top and some sandals that just so happened to be the right size.

“Fuck, there is no underwear here? I guess this will have to do” I shrugged.

I slid the leggings on and had to shimmy up and down to get them over my ass. Blair definitely wasn’t this curvy so it barely fit. The leggings hugged every curve of my lower half and the fabric stretched to the point where it was close to being see through if you looked hard enough and clung to my ass while riding up the crack basically giving me a wedgie like appearance.

Then I put the tank top on and that also didn’t fit quite right. Blair had cute small boobs so it was a struggle to get the tank top on over my much bigger tits. The tank top went all the way down to Blair’s waist but it didn’t even make it to my belly button and my boobs were almost pouring out of the top.

I went to go check my self out in the mirror. It wasn’t perfect but it was passable in the sense that I looked like a girl who was trying way to hard to get attention which I definitely didn’t want to be but I didn’t have much choice at the moment.

I grabbed the keys to my car and my wallet and began my journey to the mall.

As I got in my car I reflected on the little things people might take for granted because when I got to my car I found it to be a struggle just rearranging the seats and mirrors and all my car settings to accommodate my new dimensions. That was something that didn’t even register to me before.

I was flustered and scattered brained and I wanted to break down and just give up. Although, I tried my best to recompose myself and just started driving.

As I went down the road my mind was racing. All the negative thoughts were hitting me like a ton of bricks. “What if I can’t change back? What if I’m stuck like this? How will I survive? I don’t have anything I need. How would my family react? How would my friends? Would I still have a job or would they fire me? Hell would anyone even believe me at all?”

As the thoughts kept pouring in I was yanked back into reality.

My bad day only seemed to be getting worse. Absent mindedly I realized was speeding and saw the police lights in my rear view. I was freaking out because this is the one thing that couldn’t happen.