Mark stepped out of the chamber, feeling up his new tits and noting the lack of a penis. He had told himself he wouldn’t go straight to the breasts but he couldn’t help himself. He said “Man, that is..” and immediately grabbed his throat just noticing his voice. It was Stephanie's voice, to a T. “I don’t even sound like me? Wtf this is too weird.”
“Yep! It’s everything that was mapped physically, except the hair and the face and tits, of course. Your ears are even pierced! Now come on sweetie, it’s time to get you dressed!.”
Mark immediately grabbed his ears and felt the piercing hole. He brushed the blonde hair back from his ear and then noticed that it was not the pixie cut that he requested, but was instead long and flowing over his shoulders and down his back. “What the fuck is this!? I said short hair!”
“Yes, but Julia was right when she said that long hair would look better and would fit in more so we changed it. You’ll get used to it..” opening a closet, she said “Now here are your clothes - we have another appointment that is waiting for this room so get moving.”
Mark pulled on the black panties, grateful that Stephanie had packed a more conservative pair than her usual fare. He resisted the temptation to feel up his new vagina. When he went to pull on the black jeans, he had to give a bit of a grunt to pull them up over his ass. “Holy shit this thing is huge” he said to noone, as he felt his new butt.
He then pulled out the black lace bra:”Well, I guess I should have known that this wouldn’t be so plain.” Struggling a bit, he managed to get it connected and adjusted his breasts in the cups, which felt a bit loose. Paying it no mind, he pulled a black leather jacket and some black sparkly platform heels out of the bag that Stephanie had packed. He looked at the heels: “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Setting the heels to the side, he dug in the bag looking for a shirt. Checking the pockets of the duffel, he only found a small clutch purse, but no shirt of any kind. He turned the bag upside down and shook it out.
“She forgot a fucking shirt. OMG this is too fucking much. Maybe she packed it into Julie’s bag.”
He pulled the jacket on and went to zip it, but realized that it was cut so that the zipper had no chance of ever closing up. It was made to be open.
“Shit.”
As he was about to leave the room, he noticed the heels. He tried to pull them on, grumbling about having to walk in these things. As he pulled them on it hit him - this was the outfit that Stephanie had worn at a party a few months back, bra and everything. Julia had caught him staring at Stephanie’s ass and had seem him try to catch a few peeks at her exposed bra throughout the night. He now DEFINITELY recognized the heels.
Gathering his emotions, and dealing with the weirdness of now being his walking wet dream, he gathered up the duffel bag (into which he tossed the clutch bag) and, after checking under the bench and around the area, went out the door to the mirrors in the hallway.
“Oh my god,” Mark exclaimed looking in the mirror apprehensively, walking cautiously in the ridiculous heels. The blonde in the mirror was as hot as Stephanie, and had a surprised expression on her face. “Like, i’m…..” he muttered as he touched his hair and face. He turned to the side a bit (still cautiously in the shoes) and looked at his side profile.
He barely noticed the attendant shuffling in a middle aged man who was still protesting with his wife. “I know that they need a full team for the cheerleading competition, but WHY does it have to be me?”
“Honey, it’s her last one before college and I have to work. Now go!”
His concentration broken, Mark looked down the hall to his right, but then heard a loud exclamation.
