Jon finally build up the courage to look in the mirror. The sensations he experience as he walked across the room were unsettling. The moment he realized that his body changed, adrenaline kicked in and helped Jon sprint to his room where he quickly locked the door and jumped on his bed. Jon’s panicked state stopped him from getting a real sense his body’s proportions and what what it feels like to walk around as a girl.
Every movement bombarded his mind with sensory inputs. Jon could feel the smooth skin of his legs brush against each other. With some steps, his skin gently slid against itself, but with others, the sweat on his legs caused his skin to awkwardly catch against itself. Speaking of sweat, Jon was now acutely aware of how cheap his parents were when it came to cooling their house during the summer. Jons room was at least 80 degrees and it caused him to sweat in places he never had before. His long brunette hair trapped heat against his neck and back, causing him to sweat more than he remembered. His hoodie warmed his arms and breasts, causing sweat to build up underneath his breasts. He pulled his sleeves up as high as he could to cool himself, but it did little to help. Underneath his pants he could feel a coat of sweat against his new crotch and ass. Even his toes and the soles of his feet were saturated with sweat. He briefly wondered if female feet smelled nicer than male’s, but he wasn’t about to check.
The sweat exacerbated the feeling of his skin against his clothes. He was acutely aware of the friction against every inch of his new skin. His T-shirt and hoodie constantly brushed across his chest and neck, occasionally stimulating his nipples. Underneath the back of his shirt, some of his long hair had made it onto his back, where it lightly poked his back, Worse, his loose-fitting boxers barely covered his new genitals, allowing slightly colder air to flow in and stimulate his new vagina.
The sensation that most upset Jon was one that he expected before he hopped off his bed. His new breasts bounced with each step, causing them to shift around underneath his shirt. This shifting caused coarse fabric to brush back and forth against his nipples. At first, this sensation was pleasant, but successive steps caused the sensation to build up until it was painful. As he walked, Jon randomly shifted between slow, light steps and large, almost leaping steps, to see how each step affected his breasts. Jon tripped slightly on his own feet as he shuffled his way to his mirror, keeping his eyes on his bouncing breasts the entire way. When he reached the mirror, he stopped before looking up to see if he could get a good view of his new legs and feet. He leaned forward to look past his breasts and mused at the sight and feeling of his chest slowly dangling forward as he arched his back.
When he looked up at the mirror, he was surprised to see his face covered in messy strands of long brown hair. He quickly pulled the hair back behind his shoulders and attempted to bunch it together near the center of his back, but turning his head from left to right allowed the hair to fall back forward where it again obstructed his view. Jon made a mental note that he needed to quickly cut his hair short or learn how to make a ponytail as soon as possible. Walking with breasts was weird and uncomfortable, but something about it was oddly fun. On the other hand, the feeling of long hair in his mouth and on his back had no apparent benefits.
Jon stood and watched his reflection for what felt like an hour. He slowly turned his head from left to right, admiring the slight curve of his jaw and his pale, almost flawless skin. He then ran his hands up his chest, both inside and outside of his shirt, admiring how his new breasts deformed then bounced back under different amounts of pressure. Curious to see all of his changes, he also turned around and attempted to look over his shoulder at his new feminine ass. He was surprised by how unremarkable it was.
“It turns out Pete isn’t much of an ass man” Jon said as he lifted the lower part of his hoodie to admire the curves he made underneath his jeans. Slowly looking over his new body gave Jon a small sense of comfort, but even after an hour, he couldn’t bring himself to take off his clothes. He felt silly as he intentionally swayed his hips from side to side, watching for the slightest appearance of bouncing. The sight of a slight bounce made him panic again.
“What if men stare at my ass as I walk down the street? What if I can’t finish a conversation without people taking a look at my chest?” Jon often watched women admire men’s bodies in public but had never seen a woman become violent because a man didn’t return her affection. Jon had seen plenty of men doing crazy things to look at women’s bodies and the thought of being the victim of sexual harassment or assault caused his heart to race. He grabbed his breasts and squeezed them against his chest as hard as he could. He hopped that doing so would push them back in and make this entire situation go away.
