Kelly smiled at a couple of blond big-titted hotties that walked by, but then frowned when they laughed at her, after looking in her direction.
She looked down at herself, wondering what the hell was so funny. And that's when Kelly gasped. What the hell was she wearing? Were those ... Capri slacks? And on her feet ... were those high heels? She suddenly felt so embarrassed. She couldn't believe that she left home dressed like this. She couldn't even remember putting this outfit on. She immediately took off the shoes and ducked out of sight.
Kelly looked left and right, hoping that no one was looking, then darted towards a nearby men's clothing store. Once inside, she paused, wondering why she entered a men's store, since she was a woman, but then shrugged it off. Men's clothing was only appropriate. She couldn't let the chicks see her wearing anything else.
As she walked through the aisles of the store, looking for some proper attire, her age continued to drop, now becoming 23-years old, and her hair finally stopped getting shorter, becoming a very boyish haircut. Her breasts were now an A-cup and a fair amount of hair began growing all over her body - on her legs, her arms, her chest, and also her face. She made a note to shave before going out later that night to scope out chicks. There was this new nightclub just outside town that she intended on going to.
When she passed a mirror, she stopped and did a double-take. Was she wearing a bra under her shirt?! She pulled off her shirt and quickly took off the bra, hoping no one saw her wearing it. Then she put her shirt back on. How the hell did a bra get on her? No way would she ever wear one. She wasn't some queer cross-dresser.
Kelly shook her head, then continued looking through the store for something to wear.
Nadine stood in front of the mirror, admiring how studly she looked. The outfit she picked out would surely make her look attractive to the ladies. By now, she was around 20 years old and had a very boyish haircut. And just like Kelly, her breasts were an A-cup and she was starting to grow a fair amount of hair all over her body.
She just couldn't understand why she was wearing all those female clothes. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing panties, a bra, girls shoes, and a skirt. She didn't even know where all that stuff came from. All the girls she knew would never wear such prudish things.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, breaking her out of her thoughts. She answered it.
"Hey, man. It's me, Kelly," the voice on the phone said. It sounded like a deep-voiced female. And throughout the call, her voice was slowly getting deeper and deeper, and more and more masculine.
"Hey, dude," Nadine said, whose voice was also getting deeper.
"You going to that club tonight?"
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Fuck yeah," Kelly said. "I heard it's the place to score the hottest babes in town."
"Why do you think I'm going?" Nadine asked.
"Did you call the others? Tell them about our plans?"
"No, not yet. I was about to."
"Okay, make sure you do that. Or not," Kelly said, with a laugh. "More babes for the rest of us then."
Nadine laughed too. She momentarily actually thought about not telling the rest of her friends about going out to the club, but then opted against it. They'd never forgive her for not telling them about it. It was one of the best new ways to score some chicks.
"So, I'll see you there, huh?" Nadine asked.
"Yep. See ya there," Kelly said, then she hung up.
Nadine tossed the phone back on her dresser, then looked at herself in the mirror again. Yeah, she looked like a total stud.
