Connie's eyes got big and she opened her mouth to protest. No words were forthcoming, however, as she melted down into the clothes Mike had let her borrow while she was a guy. Oh, I'll get him for this, she thought as she laid there helpless.
Mike, meanwhile, grinned down at the pile of clothes on the floor. "Just remember," she said, bending down to toss them aside. "It was your idea that I be you for a while." She stood back up, holding the white cotton bra she had turned her girlfriend into.
Yeah, Connie admitted to herself. It was my idea. And I should have realized that when you became me that would include my wickedness. Hell, if I could have, I probably would have done this to you.
"So," Mike, unable to hear her, went on, "what shall we do with our day? Go to the pub? Maybe see a movie? Or maybe..."
She let the statement trail off, eyeing the chair where Connie's had stacked her clothes the night before. Folding Connie over her arm, she went over and picked up the purse there. Taking out the wallet, she opened it.
"Ooh, Platinum," she cooed. "That settles it. We're going clothes shopping."
Clothes shopping! Connie silently screamed. Oh my aching credit cards. She really didn't mind. Mike would have to spend a fortune to put her over her limit. And anything her boyfriend bought would eventually become hers when he changed back to normal. Just don't get anything too trashy, bud.
"Can't go out in these guy-clothes, though," Mike said. She tossed the purse and Connie into the chair, and quickly striped off her clothes. He took a minute to admired her naked body before reaching for Connie's panties.
Not those, Connie tried to tell him. There's a clean pair in the purse. She went unheard though. Oh, well. I'll need them later anyway.
After she had the panties in place, Mike reached for Connie. "Time for you to go to work, lover." And with that, she pulled her girlfriend up her arms and around her breasts.
Great, Connie thought. I've got to support my own boobs. I swear you owe me big time for this, Mikey.
Finally, Mike slid Connie's dress over her head and smoothed it into place. Going to her mirror, she fluffed her hair a bit and checked herself out. "Looking good," she commented. She gave her breasts, and the bra covering them, a quick squeeze. "Okay, you hold 'em tight, sugar. We're off to the mall."
And with that, she slipped her feet into Connie's pumps, grabbed up her purse and was out the door.
