Anxious to have the whole exercise over and done with as soon as possible, I stomped into the changing room and slammed the door shut behind me. Setting the skirts my Mother had forced on me aside, I took a deep breath and started pulling my blue jeans off.
I nearly tripped while sliding out of the jeans. In a hurry, I'd gone about peeling them off without pulling my ankle boots off. Between being off-balance on their short heels, and the cuffs of my jeans getting hung up on them, I came perilously close to slamming into the changing room wall. Fortunately, I was able to keep my bearings and pulled the jeans off with a little effort and swearing.
"What on Earth are you doing in there?!?!" My Mother asked from outside the changing room.
"Putting on one of your stupid skirts! Just give me a second, will ya?!?!" I asked as I angrily picked up the nearest skirt; the short black one Mom had suggested would be good when paired with my black blazer.
Sliding the dainty garment up and fastening it's clasp, I was immediately taken aback by the sensations it produced in me. The chill of the room's air on my legs; legs that felt incredibly exposed with my ankle boots and the hem of the short skirt falling fairly high on my new thighs providing very little in the way of coverage.
Looking down, I had to admit that my new lower-half looked fantastic in the damned thing. The fabric was just tight enough on the hips to make them and the curve of my new ass look their best. Despite feeling exposed, I found myself admiring the smooth, gorgeous female legs I now found myself prancing about on. If I'd seen them from another vantage point, I'd have been tempted to let out a wolf-whistle.
Unfortunately, I was stuck looking at them from the view of someone attached to them. Rather then enjoy the tingling sensations of my new womanhood getting a little excited, I could only think wistfully of my former manhood.
My self-reflection came to an abrupt end when my Mother shouted from outside again. "Well, how does it look?!?!" Taking a deep breath, I strode out into the store on my long, lovely, and totally wrong legs.
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