The pink tank top that was sure to show off my new breasts would have been bad enough alone. The black yoga pants that were sure to show off the rest of my new curves only made the overall outfit worse. The lacy pink bra and matching thong were just the icing on the shitty outfit cake. The pink flip flops that were placed on the top of the pile were, ultimately, the least of the evils.
"I'm not wearing these..." I said.
"Come now, Jennifer." Mr. Field said, emphasizing the name the two teachers expected me to go by. "You can hardly go around in the clothes you're wearing now. They don't fit you at all. And, going naked is hardly a better solution."
"You're not seeing what she gave me." I responded.
"We asked her to choose something from her own wardrobe. Both Dr. Marsh and myself have seen the clothing Tiffany chooses to wear, and while a bit more revealing than what some other girls around the school choose, it is within the dress code." Mr. Field said.
"Barely."
"Just get changed. The sooner you do, the sooner you can leave for the day, and get changed into something else, provided Tiffany doesn't mind sharing more of her clothing with you. So, bearing that in mind, it may be for the best to keep on her good side, and be a bit appreciative of what she brought for you."
I sighed, looking at the clothes. "I guess..." I mumbled. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I was kind of at her mercy, as far as the next week of my life was going to go. I lacked the money to go out and buy clothing, and even if I did have the money, I wouldn't want to use it on clothes that would only be used for a week.
I stripped out of my old clothes, folded them, and put them on the floor. I then looked down at my body. This was my first time seeing a naked female body so close up. It was just unfortunate that it happened to be my own. Looking at my large boobs, I brought a hand up and felt one. The feeling, especially on the nipple, sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body, that seemed to travel down to my new vagina. I apprehensively circled my nipple with my finger. The feeling was amazing, and a low moan escaped my lips against my own will.
I pulled my hand away and waited, wondering if Mr. Field had heard anything. After a moment of no response, I decided to move forward, now noting that this new body was...for lack of a better word, dangerous. I was far more sensitive now, and I would need to be careful.
I picked up the thong, resigning myself to my fate, and pulled it on quickly. The feeling of the underwear resting between my ass cheeks was unnerving. I was a boxer man before this, so having the sudden...invasion was just serving to remind me more of the change.
I picked up the bra, and just looked at it for a minute. Lacy. Pink. The epitome of girly. I shook my head and set to work putting it on. Having a younger sister, I had overheard my mother instructing her on how to put one on, so I wasn't completely out of the water there. It still took me a minute to get it on, however.
"Halfway there..." I said, looking down. Most guys around school would kill to see a girl in this state of undress.
I picked up the yoga pants and pulled them on. Their tightness, like the thong, served to remind me constantly of how different I was now. I shook it off and pulled on the tank top. As I feared, it showed off plenty of cleavage, but that was something most of Tiffany's wardrobe did. The fact that my stomach was covered was something that I supposed I should be thankful for.
I slipped on the flip flops and picked up the pile of my old clothes, and my sneakers. Pushing the curtain to the side, I exited my private area. Mr. Field looked over as I exited, and nodded.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.
"I feel ridiculous." I said.
"You look like any other 17 year old girl." he said. "Just play it cool, and you'll be fine. It's only a week, right?"
"I guess..."
We walked back over and rejoined Dr. Marsh and Tiffany. Tiffany came running over and looked me over.
"Like, wow. You really are the same size as me. Like, completely." She said. "This is, like, so cool."
I had to fight to not roll my eyes at her overuse of the word 'like'. "Yeah, it is, I guess..."
"Oh, come on Jon...sorry, Jen." Tiffany said, giggling. "This is, like, awesome. And you can think of this as a vacation from your life. You should just, like, enjoy it. Plus, it'll totally be like I have a sister for a week, so that's pretty cool too."
I looked at Tiffany, a girl who existed outside of my social realm for the majority of my school career, who now regarded me in an overwhelmingly friendly fashion. Despite my situation, I couldn't help but to smile.
"I guess you're right..." I said, sighing. "I'm already in this, so I may as well make the best of it, right?"
"Totally." Tiffany said, smiling.
Just then, Dr. Marsh cleared her throat. "If you girls are quite done, you are excused for the day. Jennifer, we do expect updates over the course of the week, should anything strange occur."
"You mean other than this?" I asked, motioning to my body.
"Of course..." Dr. Marsh said. "Other than that, the two of you are excused for the day, but we do expect both of you to report here promptly tomorrow."
"Of course. We'll be here with bells on." Tiffany said, taking my hand. "Bye." she added, dragging me out of the room.
"Whew, free day off of school." Tiffany said, once we were in the hall and away from the teachers. "And we barely had to do anything."
"Um, I kinda had to do something." I said, hustling to keep up as she dragged me.
"Well, yeah, kinda." she said. "But, you just kinda had to drink something, then take a nap. Either way though, we've totally got the rest of the day to do whatever."
"Well, I think we should probably head to your house, so I can get, um, set up I guess." I said.
"Hmm, yeah, I guess." Tiffany said as we exited the school and walked into the parking lot. "We can get you all set, and then do something fun." she said.
"Um, yeah. Totally." I said, keeping in mind what Mr. Field said. Tiffany had the power to make this week easier, or a living hell.
I followed as she led me through the parking lot, finally stopping at a pink convertible. I shook my head as she opened the doors. "Of course..." I said to myself.
"You say something?" Tiffany asked, looking at me.
"Um, no. Nothing." I said.
"Okay then. Hop in, girl, and let's get moving." Tiffany said, getting into the car.
"This is getting a kinda ridiculous..." I mumbled as I got into the car.
