Nadine had an interesting morning, for she too had discovered herself in the shower, and to her shame, had allowed herself to explore her new body futher than she would have ever before. It was amazing to feel sexy, to have curves, to look at herself in a steamy mirror and feel disirable, and in the heat she found herself aroused and did something for which she would go to confession later on. In that moment of release though she felt pleasure on a level she had never allowed herself to, felt a freedom, a wild side that had lived underneth all that repression take form for a brief second, and she had fully enjoyed herself.
But in the afterglow she felt shame, she worried what was becoming of her. She never would have allowed herself to do that before, and there was a part of her that wanted to do it again. At least her new larger breasts would always be particularly clean, but what of her soul. She couldn't allow herself to fall again like that, she would have to be more careful.
As she got dressed she tried not to think about it, tried to move on. Her new nicer phone got a text message: Sarah wanting to meet at the mall. Nadine didn't know if she wanted to see her, or if she should retreat back to her old life, do what she used to do, go to church just to be there. To feel safe.
As she got dressed she too found herself having trouble deciding what to wear that day, same as Jenny did, but her thoughts were not about trying to retain a gender, but trying to retain her modesty. "Modest is hottest" she tried to think, yet everything she tried on, every combination, every type of clothing made her look amazing. By the time she was dressed she knew that not only was she pretty but that she could be pretty in about 13 different ways. That her ass had heart shape and slopped into her upper back and legs seemlessly when she wore those jeans, that with the right bra she could look like she had D cups instead of her already perky and round Cs, that if she wore the colors green or blue her eyes had a sparkle, but if she wore red or orange it brought out red highlights in her hair, she learned that she had a figure of 35, 26, 35, a perfect hourglass. At first she was annoyed at this, another reminder of the changes in her, and the temptation to give in again, but as the hits kept on coming, as she looked good in more and more, pride began to leak in. Eventually it became funny, rediculous that she happened to look good even in what she thought didn't match and was frumpy, it turned out that she could pull off a hippister look if she wanted to. Then after a good laugh, changing became exciting. There was so much untapped posiblity, what else could she pull off, how else could she look? Then it occured to her that this was only her clothes, that there was still all that make up laying around her room for her to experiment with, and that her hair had gained a couple of inches, so much more to do with it now.
Eventually she got a text from Sarah asking where she was. Nadine had gotten so caught up in herself she had forgot all about the mall, so she left in what she was in at the time, which was an orange and red dress which huged her sides like a hungry lover, she wore sunglasses to cover the fact she wasn't wearing any make up. She blushed as the first boy looked her way when she entered the mall, but pride when the girls got a look at her in that dress. She explained that she left in a hurry, that it wasn't her fault her wardrope had changed so dramaticly, and of course repeated the words "modest is hottest", but inside she knew she was covering for the fact that this was her new favorite dress and she wanted to look this good.
