"Alan, honey, I know what I want to do next. I want to..."
"Next! What do you mean next?" Alan said in a too shrill female voice. "Uhimmph ... eeeeiiiii uuummmm .... ", Alan coughed. " You just turned me into a woman, and one with huge tits I might point out. Surely you jest?"
"No I'm not kidding, and don't call me Shirley."
"Susan!" Alan glared, or at least he thought he was glaring.
Susan covered her mouth to try to hide her snicker. A little naked woman with huge droopy boobs and a high squeaky voice was trying to intimidate her. This is so precious! Choking down most of her laughter, Susan decided that she should move quickly. Alan was off balance and she could use that to guide events in the direction she wanted to take them. She loved her husband, but that shouldn't stand in the way of a little fun. Make that a lot of fun! "I thought you liked big tits? In fact I know you do because I've caught you staring at well endowed women whenever you could and you thought I wouldn't notice. Ooops, I should say well endowed OTHER women?" Susan giggled. "Now you can not only stare at big boobs whenever you want, you can even touch them and I won't say a word against you. In fact you can fondle them and I might even help."
"Ha ha, very funny. It's not the same and you know it. Look at me! I can't spend the rest of the day hiding away naked. And these things are heavy." Alan complained while partially lifting his enormous breasts with dainty little hands.
"Yes they are." Susan agreed. Which brings me back to what I was going to say in the first place. I want, or rather we need to go out."
"Are you crazy? I can't go out like this!"
"Like what? A woman? In case you hadn't noticed, I do it all the time. Never mind. It doesn't matter because you don't have a choice. You can't carry those puppies around all day without a bra."
"So go get one for me."
Thinking fast, Susan said "It doesn't work that way. I have no idea what size you are. You have to try them on until we get it right. I can help, but I can't do it for you."
"But, I can't go out. I don't have anything to wear that fits". Alan countered.
"You haven't been a woman for an hour yet and already you're complaining about your clothes." Susan laughed. "Relax, we can deal with this. You're only a little shorter than me so we should be able to find something that will work until we can buy you something that fits."
"I can't wear your clothes!" Alan said in a squeaky horrified little voice.
"Well you can't wear your own, that's for sure. Calm down! It's perfectly fine. You're not some kind of cross dresser. You're a woman. Wearing women's clothes is perfectly normal. Now hush for a minute and let me think. Normally we'd have two problem areas to deal with, bust size and foot size. Fortunately shoes won't be a problem because we have one pair that we know will fit."
"Those?" Alan said pointing to the little blue open toed pumps. "Those are high heels! I'm not wearing high heels!"
"Alan! You can't go barefoot and those are the only shoes that will fit you. Now hush and put this on." Susan said, extracting a new pair of pantyhose from her dresser and handing them to her husband. 'OH! New Pantyhose!' Susan silently berated herself. 'I forgot!'.
"Pantyhose? Why do I have to wear this?"
"Because silly, you can't exactly wear crew socks with pumps."
Susan watched and smirked as her husband struggled into the pantyhose. Finally taking pity, she helped pull them up so the crotch didn't hang. "Ok, now the shoes."
"Wait a minute, shoes go on last. If I put them on now, how will I get pants over them?" Alan asked.
"They go on now..." Susan paused as she knelt and tightened the straps of the high heels onto Alan's feet. "... because I don't have any pants that will fit you."
"But, what can I .... Oh No! No Way!"
Ignoring Alan's squeaks of complaint, Susan finally selected a dress that had some built-in bust support. Unfortunately for Alan, it had the bust support because it was rather low cut and was designed to show it off.
"Not that one! That's a great dress! I love you in that dress. I can't wear ..."
"Hush! Hold up you arms!" Susan demanded as she pulled the dress over Alan's head and snugged and wiggled and tugged it into place. "Now let me see how it looks." She said stepping back to evaluate the result. "Damn! You look great! Now walk." Susan demanded.
Alan started a little wobbly at first but seemed to get the hang of walking in heels after a couple of circuits of the bedroom.
"I think that will work, but I'm afraid you're going to bounce and jiggle like a ..., well, like a big boobed bra less bimbo until we get you something to control those things. Even walking slowly and carefully you're going to get a lot of attention. Don't even think about trying to run. You can hide, but you can't run." Susan giggled.
"You're full of jokes tonight." Alan quipped.
"Ok, look. See if you can entertain yourself for a little bit while I find something appropriate to wear. Since you're wearing one of my best outfits, and damned if it doesn't look better on you, I need to find something comparable so we don't look like the odd couple.
Feeling very self conscious, Alan went downstairs to wait, stopping every few steps to watch his own jiggling subside.
