"God this is fun!" Susan thought to herself. "All I've done so far is walk Alan into the mall in that cute little body he's stuck in and I'm excited as hell. I thought Alan would have trouble walking in heels, but he's taken to them like he's worn them for years."
As Susan walked with her large manly arm around Alan's slim little waist, looking for all the world like the perfectly normal guy of a normal, if somewhat amorous couple, she also watched the other mall hotties with a mixed outlook. Partly she checked out their outfits similarly to how she might normally have done so as a woman, but as a man she gravitated toward the skimpier and just plain sluttier outfits as she gathered ideas for Alan's soon-to-be new outfit. Along with the now undeniable new preferences in clothing, Susan also found her eyes lingering on the assets accentuated by these same outfits. A small part of her mind still hinted that this was somehow wrong, but the thrill associated with looking pretty thoroughly quashed that thought.
"Susan, I know you're having fun, but I can't wear this!" Alan hissed from the doorway of the dressing room.
"Oh my Gawd! It's perfect! Al.... uh ... Honey you look gorgeous in that. It's perfect, just perfect." Susan grinned.
It took a while, and Alan complained with every selection, but his complaints grew less and less resolute each time until they were little more than a girlish moue. Clearly Alan felt obligated to complain, but just as clearly, literally as well as figuratively, Alan was turned on by this escapade. There was absolutely no doubt of that as Susan admired her handy work. Alan still half heartedly pretended to object, but he was obviously posing while Susan scrutinized the finished look. Black boots with four inch stiletto heels drew the eye upward until the first exposure of creamy smooth skin just below Alan's knees. The creamy flesh enticed and promised all the way up to mid thigh where the hemline of the little black dress suddenly said "close, but you can just think about it". The black dress tightly hugged Alan's oh so delightfully round hips and bottom. Susan smirked to herself when she thought about how Alan would have to further shorten his already shorter stride to accommodate that dress, "Just as well, considering those heels". The dress gave way precipitiously to more silky flesh in the rear where the small of Alan's back with just a hint of curved bottom continued it's fleshy promise all the way up, completely bare except for the crisscross of spaghetti straps that held the dress on. A side view had you holding your breath at the exposed curvature of flesh. It suggested that if she turned "just so", all would be revealed. In front, a lace abdomen transitioned to silk cups that were hard pressed to contain Alan's bountiful assets. They were covered, but just barely. A front on view exposed twin round mounds of flesh around a deep valley of cleavage. The material of the dress did nothing to hide Alan's very obvious arousal.
"You look good enough to eat. I'm tempted to take you home and do just that. I bet you'd like that!" Susan smirked.
"Uh, I ... uh ..." Alan stammered and blushed. He wasn't entirely sure if that was intended as a double entendre. "Um, thank you ... I think. I thought you were intent on going, ah ... you know where?"
"Right! First things first. Shall we?" Susan offered her arm to Alan as they headed for the car. This was even more fun than when they came in. Alan's outfit had him taking shorter steps than ever. Susan discovered that by ever so slightly rushing Alan's reduced natural stride, he was forced to click those heels faster and there was a sweet spot at which Alan's breasts bounced like crazy. Every time it happened, Alan slowed a bit to get back to a more normal jiggle. This was Susan's cue to hurry him a bit until they started their wild oscillations again. Susan wondered if Alan even realized the game they were playing. She suspected not as the attention Alan was attracting had him in a near permanent blush.
