Jana stepped apprehensively into her new closet. Clothing of all colors hung from hangers. It was a remarkable difference from the blues, grays, and blacks she had preferred before.
Jana flipped through the clothes. Bras, thongs, miniskirts, dresses, and tiny blouses. A small part of Jana wanted to find the most skimpy thing here, throw it on, and luxuriate in men's horny gazes.
Jana shivered both aroused and revolted. Surely there had to be something reasonable in the large closet. If there was she wasn't finding it. Fuck. This was her fault. She remembered thinking that a girl like herself wouldn't wear pants or shirts and then reality had changed to make it true.
But maybe she could change it. Her mom said she wouldn't have enough energy to change the world's perception of her until she fed but she didn't need to. She just needed to change a few items in her closet.
She closed her eyes and focussed. Trying to dredge up that expanding feeling of pleasure that she had felt when she had changed reality before. It was hard. It felt like pushing against all of reality. And in a way she was. The changes she had effected before didn't want to be undone and she felt a strange tiredness and hunger rising as she concentrated.
The loose sweater and baggy jeans slipped from her mind as she collapsed to the floor. The hem of the silken nightie tickled the soft skin of her thighs. She pulled away a hand that she hadn't even noticed had been approaching panging heat between her legs. As she rested on the floor, her headache and arousal faded.
Perhaps she had been trying for too much. Baggy jeans and a sweatshirt would look hot on someone like her. But it wasn't really slutty. That was the problem. It didn't fit the reality she had created.
Jana's thoughts raced. Just because the world thought she was Jana Gibson the slut didn't mean she was. She wasn't prepared to wear any of these clothes. But, perhaps there was a compromise.
Jana pulled herself back to her feet. The nightie did nothing to keep her perky C cups from bouncing. Jana ignored it. Even in the 30 minutes she had this body its movements were becoming natural.
Jana closed her eyes again and tried to go with the flow. She couldn't reverse the foolish changes she had made, just elaborate. Add nuance.
Surely a slut like herself... She hated this line of thinking. It felt like giving up. wouldn't just wear skirts and dresses.
She would revel in her choices This time it felt easier. She wasn't pushing against the whole world just trying to divert the path of a small stream.
Jana let images flow through her head. Every sexy outfit a former teenage boy like herself could imagine.
Wet T-shirt contestants and their creamy tits. Form-fitting yoga pants and a small sports bra that struggled against its burden. Painted on skinny jeans. A cut-off sweater, pushed out by large breasts and exposing smooth midriff. No this wasn't right.
She tried to put the strange breast fixation out of her still teenage boy mind. She was trying to find something reasonable. Through it all something came together.
Cargo pants. That was something reasonable right? She could see them on herself loose but still unable to conceal the delicious curves beneath. Her ass pressing into the rear showing its contour. She could feel it sticking. Reality accepting the change. Fuck. That had almost worked but she had made it sexy at the end. She'd try again.
She could still do this. Another small change. A top of some kind. A loose jacket? A letterman.
Despite the growing headache, she could feel this working as well. She kept her mind focused. Loose letterman jacket. Something she could hide her big tits in. And somehow it worked despite it not feeling particularly slutty. Was she missing something?
She felt the hunger burn as the pleasure flooded her body and expanded outward. First through her breasts, making them swell-WTF-and then out into the world.
Jana stumbled as the sensation faded, the hunger still remained in the back of her mind. Tits jiggled on her chest. Bigger tits than before.
Jana rushed out of the closet and back into her bedroom, ignoring the new clothes that surely were in her closet. She rounded on the floor-length mirror and the body reflected in it. Her nightie looked even smaller as it struggled to pretend to hide the large breasts within it.
Somehow her C cups had swelled to D cups. That wasn't what she was trying to change!! She was trying to change her clothes.
"Jana!?" Her mother's voice called out. "What did you change?"
Fuck! This shouldn't have happened!
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She felt guilty. She wanted to hide under her new pink bed or jump out the window. She didn't want to discuss what had just happened with her mom. It felt wrong. Guys weren't supposed to turn into girls and it felt really wrong for a guy to discuss her breasts getting bigger and having to have sex to survive with her own mother.
But what could she do? She needed help.
She walked over to her door, the sensation of her breasts amplified shifting and jiggling distracting and new. She tried to ignore it.
She opened the door and her mom looked back. Was she disappointed?
"I'm disappointed." Huh. Jana wasn't usually so good at guessing emotions. "I thought I said no more changes."
"You didn't," Jana replied. Not really sure what else to say.
Jana's mom sighed and pulled her hand over her face, "You're right I didn't. I didn't even think you would have enough energy to change anything but you did."
Jana didn't reply, still not sure what to say. Jana's mom continued.
"And you chose to give yourself bigger breasts." Yeah, Mom was looking real disappointed now.
"I wasn't trying to. I was trying to get clothing that wasn't so... revealing." Jana said.
"Did you get distracted?" Mom asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Did your mind wonder why you tried to make the change?" Jana's mom asked. No longer disappointed, just trying to help her newly founded daughter.
"Maybe?" Jana replied feeling guilty.
"And you thought about breasts?"
"Yeah..." Jana said with resignation, "but it was only for a few moments."
"They say that male-born succubi are the hardest. I see why."
"I didn't mean to. Mostly..."
"Focus is paramount. That is the most important thing about being a succubus. Not letting your arousal control you. The way you change reality is also how you change your base form. How you gave yourself those beautiful breasts." Jana felt herself blush.
"You need to be careful. No more changes until you get back from school." Mom commanded.
"Okay but can you fix it? The clothes?" Jana asked.
"No. Well, maybe if I had fed recently but you're too powerful. You're going to have to go to school, probably for several days, and feed there every day before you can undo this. The first changes you make are the hardest to undo. You really backed yourself into a corner by becoming a slut. So go put some clothes on. I can drive you to school if you want?"
"No no. I want to see Karyn."
"She won't know about how you changed. And depending on how you've changed reality she might not even know you at all."
Jana's heart fell. Her mother's unprecedented helpfulness had been welcome but she couldn't fathom not being friends with Karyn. Her mom saw her expression and responded.
"But you can change reality so she does know. It shouldn't take too much energy. But be careful. And you really do need to feed. In fact you must be very powerful if you haven't gone out into the street to fuck the first stranger you saw."
"Thanks, Mom... and I didn't need that image," Jana said.
"You won't be such a prude for long." Mom said before adding, "Now get dressed, and don't be picky. The bus will be here soon."
