I sighed as I looked down at myself, seeing my smooth legs, my lacey panties. It was still the morning so I have yet to put something more on but still, the idea that I would be wearing panties to cover “my” lady parts is still unbelievable. I looked down even more seeing my red colored toenails, “Shit” I said out loud. It’s unbelievable that just three weeks ago, I was a normal guy, getting boners and jerking off now’s, a thing of the past. Not only did I swap with the woman from the waist down I also got all of her wardrobe, at least the part from her waist down. Her jeans, skirts, panties, stockings and Cosmetics as well like nail polish and lastly tampons.
Getting up off the edge of my bed and I went to my dresser. “Honey why don’t you wear a nice skirt today?” turning around I saw my mother standing in the door way. “Mom you know I’m not into skirts” I said, hating how my mother would even suggest such a thing, but with my swap it has become a standard part of my new life. “Alright, I just don’t know why you got all of them just not to wear em” My mother said leaving. I resumed looking in my dresser and came up with a pair of skinny jeans and a tan belt. “Well this looks ok…” I said sighing; I put on the tight fitting jeans, feeling the fabric stretch across my large butt. Looking down I saw my now very wide hips, sighing I made my way downstairs.
“You look good” my mother said with a cheerful smile “Thanks” I replied. “Michael what the matter, over these last couple of weeks you haven’t been acting the same” my mother said frowning. “Nothing, really” I said sighing, think about what I’ve become. “Come on Michael, why don’t we go to mail and get some clothes, they will be on me” mom said smiling. “Mom I don’t want to” I said shaking my head. “Come on, Michael I know you like picking out clothes."
