Rogue Confession

The grass isn't always greener on the other side, or that's what they say anyways. It's what I had been hearing my entire life, as I sat day dreaming about that other side at my boring office job. What even is that other side? Is it a new job? Is it a new car? Is it a new life entirely? These thoughts consumed most of my days recently. This can't be all that there is to life, surely.

I don't have it so bad when you think about it but I feel like a 21 year old fresh out of college in his first job shouldn't already be secretly wishing for a way out right? If you were to look at my life from an outside perspective I have it made. I'm was 5'10 165lb white guy with an athletic build, reddish brown hair, blue eyes, straight teeth, and a decent size dick. I had a good job, a reliable car, and a two bedroom apartment where I live alone. By today's standards this was the American dream. So why did I feel like something was missing?

"Calvin, stop staring off into space and get back to work! I don't pay you to fuck off all day" my boss Mr. Graham barked at me.

"You really don't pay much at all." I thought.

I snapped out of my daze and continued to mindlessly punch numbers into a spread sheet. Oh the joys of entry level data entry!

As I knocked out the rest of my tasks I overheard Janine and Luke from the next cubicle over talking about the solar eclipse that is supposed to be visible by the time we get off work.

"You wanna come watch the eclipse with me Luke? I have an extra pair of glasses if you want!" Janine said.

"That's all made up. Everyone knows it's just a myth so companies can sell those glasses." Luke shot back.

"you're crazy you'll go blind"

"Hmm, maybe I'll go to the park and watch it." I thought.

The rest of the day went on as usual. The regular water cooler talk. The forced smiles. The awkward small talk pretending to care about what my coworkers did with their weekends. It's not as if I didn't care but there's only so many times I could listen to Dave tell me about the perfect way to smoke a rack of ribs or Charlotte tell me about her daughters dance recitals.

As I finally finished up the last of my work I logged off of my computer and grabbed my backpack to head out.

It felt like I received a shot of energy as I left the office building felt the suns rays beating on my skin. It's crazy to think in just a couple minutes it will be dark out. I was starting to get excited as I got closer to the park. I had always loved eclipses growing up but this was the first time I'd get to experience one in person.

As I got to the park people were already staking out their spots for the show. Families laying out their lawn chairs to get a good seat. Couples laying down blankets getting ready for a picnic at dusk.

Seeing that stung a little. It was still fairly recent that me and my ex girlfriend Blair broke up. I had graduated and moved into the city while she was still back at college going to parties. The thought of her hooking up with other guys still felt like a gut punch even though we had been broken up a couple of months at this point.

I tried to shake off the feeling and refocus myself on the eclipse. I took out those special glasses and found a nearby bench that looked unoccupied aside for a little old lady.

"I'm sorry to bother you, is this seat taken ma'am?" I asked.

She looked at me curiously, as if she was studying me. Finally she nodded.

I put on the glasses and looked up just as the show was about to begin. The moon had just started crossing the Suns path and the light was beginning to dim. Everyone in the park started clapping and cheering.

"They say people change under the light of an eclipse" the old lady said.

"Do they?" I replied.

"Most certainly, they say we are reborn. Some say it's possible to evolve during an eclipse"

"Evolve? What do you mean?"

"Under deep stress and during the right time one might experience transformation of sorts"

"Well I'm definitely stressed" I joked but she didn't laugh at all. I was unsure about the rest of what she was talking about though.

The eclipse was now in its final form now. The corona was shinning bright around the darkness of the moon. The heat felt weirdly intense. It was a strange sensation. Those same rays of the sun that gave me a boost of energy when I left the office now felt as if it was burning my skin. It felt as if the light was penetrating deeply. It felt as if it was being absorbed to every cell in my body.

"Always day dreaming, but have you ever truly woken up?" the old lady said as if it were a whisper.

I looked over but she was gone. I quickly darted my head around the park but she was no where to be found.

Now the burning had grown to be intolerable. I quickly left the park and headed back to my apartment.

The burning wasn't the only strange thing that was happening. My head began to spin. My heart was pumping out of my chest. I felt like I was going to pass out or throw up, I didn't know which.

I barely made it back into my apartment and my bed when I passed out. I didn't even have time to take off my work clothes or take a shower.

All there was in that moment was the darkness before I drifted off. And in that darkness all I could hear was my heart beating. Then I faded out completely.

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It wasn't until the next day that I realized the weirdness from yesterday was only just beginning. I sat up in my bed and stretched out trying to shrug off the sleepiness.

"That's odd, did my shirt get bigger?" I tried to stretch out my arms but now they no longer made it out of the sleeves of my button up. I took one hand and pulled up the sleeve but now my hand and wrist were thinner than I remembered. My forearm was petite and dainty and my finger nails had grown.

"Did I lose all my muscles?" I said out loud in a lighter voice that wasn't my own. "What the hell!" I began to shout frantically. "What is going on??"

I rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I fumbled for the light switch and almost passed out again when I saw what staring back at me in the mirror.

I wasn't a man anymore. I wasn't me anymore.

What I saw in my reflection was woman. A noticably shorter, but attractive woman. I touched my face, I ran my fingers through my wavy, shoulder length, reddish brown hair.

"This can't be real. This can't be happening right now" I said to the person looking back at me in the mirror as if she had any clue what's going on either.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and then closed my eyes as tight as possibly could.

"This is just a bad dream. All you need to do is wake up." I thought to myself.

"Wake up Calvin" I heard in that old lady's voice.

I opened my eyes but all I saw was her. This woman. Me?

It was crazy because this scenario had crossed every single guys mind before. What would you do if suddenly you woke up as a woman? Naturally every guys first thought would be to play with themselves. The thought definitely crossed my mind. The curiousity built up quickly. It was almost impossible to ignore.

I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt to reveal this new body of mine. My hands were trembling with nervousness as I undid each button. The oversized shirt fell to the ground and I drank it all in.

I had to be around 5'3, maybe 130ish pounds. My body was incredibly toned and curvy. I had the type of build a fitness influencer like Katya Elise Henry had. My breasts seemed like they were impossibly perky D cups. I took my hands to groped them. They felt strangely amazing. It was a unique sensation i didn't know how to describe. I knew what it felt like to fondle Blair's boobs but when it's your own and you feel it from both ends made it feel trippy. Then I pinched my pink erased head nipples and watched them grow hard to my touch.

I probably spent half an hour just fondling them, making them bounce, giving them a good slap before resumed the exploration of the rest of my new body. My stomach was soft yet tone, not flat in a rigid, sculpted way, but gently contoured, and alive. My body had curves with intention, like an artist traced in one continuous, confident stroke and never once hesitated. The curve from my waist to my hips was seamless, almost hypnotic, and i couldn't help but catch myself staring at the transition, like I was trying to figure out where one line ends and the next begins. My figure had a natural hourglass shape to it. My skin was so flawlessly smooth and tight to my body. My thighs had a strong elegance to them and my ass was like cute heart shaped bubble butt with my cheeks pouring over the back of my legs. This was clearly were I carried most of my wait.

"Damn, I have a stripper booty! This is exactly the type of body I wanted to date!" I laughed. "Did I transform into my dream girl?" The thought raced across my mind. "Was that old lady right? Did I evolve? Was I reborn? It can't be. That's impossible" I tried to convince myself but the evidence was clearly pointing to the fact this was actually happening.

It all felt like something out of freaky Friday movie. I had hoped I would wake up and realize this was all some incredibly vivid and detailed dream and before I knew it I would be back into my own body and things would be back to normal.

Yet that didn't happen. The more I stared, the more I touched, the more I felt, the more I realized that this wasn't a dream. It was all real, too real.

The constant touching and exploration of my body naturally led me down south. The excitement had my brand new vagina quite damp. I ran my index finger along my opening which made me gasp. A bolt of electricity shot all through my body. I didn't know if my senses had been heightened or if this is what every girl felt but it was amazing.

As I went to spread myself open I was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing in the next room. I dashed across my apartment, throwing my blankets all over the place trying to find my phone hidden in my bed until I had it. Then my stomach dropped and the reality of everything came crashing down on me like an anchor. It was my boss Mr. Graham calling. I looked at the time and I was massively late to work.

There was no possible way to explain this to anyone and obviously I couldn't even answer the phone to talk to him given the fact it wouldn't even sound like me. I let the phone continue to ring and wait for Mr. Graham to chew me out on a voicemail. I had to think of a lie fast.

I texted him:

Mr. Graham, I'm Sorry but I can't make it into work. There has been a family emergency and I'm at the hospital right now. That's why I am unable to talk on the phone. My family member is very sick and I could potentially be out for a long amount of time. I understand this is last minute but I have 30 days of PTO saved up. Would you mind please approving this request?

"That should atleast buy me some time to figure all this out." I thought nervously.

I was pacing around my bedroom naked, my eyes were locked onto the phone waiting for a reply.

It felt like ages but finally the bubble with the three dots popped up. He was typing.

Mr. Graham:

That's very unfortunate news. I won't pry for any details. Sadly I can only approve a week of your PTO. After that if you need more time we can set you up on a work from home plan if you are able to manage that. You don't have to give me an answer right away. I'll reach back on in a couple days to check in.

"Only a week?!? What am I going to do if I can't get my old body back by then?" I screamed to myself.

I was freaking out. "No one ever thinks about the down sides of suddenly becoming a hot woman!" I thought half sarcastically. Everyone always assumes it's sunshine and rainbows, and lots of masturbating but in reality it felt like a nightmare.

The more I thought about my situation the more I kept finding problems. The biggest one being that I was essentially a ghost. I had no drivers license. No social security number, no identification whatsoever. I basically don't exist anymore. Calvin exists but was I even Calvin anymore?

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Chapter 2

I had to come up with a plan. Mr. Graham basically gave me a week to figure this out before things got really bad, really fast.

So first things first I needed clothes. None of my old clothes fit and they were all for men. So I needed to go to the mall and atleast buy enough stuff to wear so I could function in the outside world long enough to figure this out.

"Shit, what am I going to wear to actually leave the house in the first place?"

Then I remembered that Blair visited me a few weeks before we broke up to check out the my new apartment and she forgot some of her clothes.

"I can't believe I almost threw them out."

I rushed over to the corner of the closet where I had left them in a black trash bag. I took the clothes out and found a pair of black leggings and pink tank top and some sandals that just so happened to be the right size.

"Fuck, there is no underwear here? I guess this will have to do" I shrugged.

I slid the leggings on and had to shimmy up and down to get them over my ass. Blair definitely wasn't this curvy so it barely fit. The leggings hugged every curve of my lower half and the fabric stretched to the point where it was close to being see through if you looked hard enough and clung to my ass while riding up the crack basically giving me a wedgie like appearance.

Then I put the tank top on and that also didn't fit quite right. Blair had cute small boobs so it was a struggle to get the tank top on over my much bigger tits. The tank top went all the way down to Blair's waist but it didn't even make it to my belly button and my boobs were almost pouring out of the top.

I went to go check my self out in the mirror. It wasn't perfect but it was passable in the sense that I looked like a girl who was trying way to hard to get attention which I definitely didn't want to be but I didn't have much choice at the moment.

I grabbed the keys to my car and my wallet and began my journey to the mall.

As I got in my car I reflected on the little things people might take for granted because when I got to my car I found it to be a struggle just rearranging the seats and mirrors and all my car settings to accommodate my new dimensions. That was something that didn't even register to me before.

I was flustered and scattered brained and I wanted to break down and just give up. Although, I tried my best to recompose myself and just started driving.

As I went down the road my mind was racing. All the negative thoughts were hitting me like a ton of bricks. "What if I can't change back? What if I'm stuck like this? How will I survive? I don't have anything I need. How would my family react? How would my friends? Would I still have a job or would they fire me? Hell would anyone even believe me at all?"

As the thoughts kept pouring in I was yanked back into reality.

My bad day only seemed to be getting worse. Absent mindedly I realized was speeding and saw the police lights in my rear view. I was freaking out because this is the one thing that couldn't happen.

"I don't have a drivers license and even though it's my car it's not technically registered to me. Now that I think about it, I don't even have a name. What am I going to call myself?" I thought to myself, mentally screaming.

I pulled over to the empty parking lot nearby and felt my stomach doing flips. The police officer pulled in behind me and exited his vehicle. My heart was racing faster than it ever had before. I rolled down my window and watched him approach through my side mirror. I quickly noticed that he was tall, well built man. He had the physique of a NFL linebacker. His uniform shirt was tight and fitted which displayed his massive arms and frame nicely. He had a clean shaven conventionally handsome face from what I could tell through the mirror as he got closer.

Finally he was towering over me as I sat there helplessly. At first I noticed he had a stern face about him but that seemed to soften when he looked at me. He gave a sly smirk then removed his sunglasses before finally saying

"Good afternoon miss. My name is Deputy Michaels with the county sheriffs office. Do you know why I pulled you over today?"

"Um, I'm sorry Sir, I was probably going a little fast wasn't I?" I bumbled out.

"A little? I clocked you going 79 in a 35. Can I please see your license, registration and proof of insurance?" He laughed.

The heat on the back of my neck and my cheeks was as hot as a furnace. I needed to think of a lie quickly.

"I'm gonna be honest with you Officer, I don't have any of that. I'm visiting here. I accidentally forgot my id at the place I am staying and I had to borrow the car from my...brother." I nervously blurted out. "I'm so fucked." I thought.

"Is that so? Well I'm going to need your name and address so I can verify who you are atleast."

I had to think of a name fast.

"My name? its uh...Callie Evans. And I'm staying at the apartments on 869 Weather Dr. where my brother lives" I stumbled out.

Callie was the first thing I could think of given that my real name was Calvin and it seemed to make sense.

I looked up at him and watched him as he studied me. I could feel his eyes trying to piece the truth out from any clues on my face but then I saw his eyes wander. My new found cleavage had stolen his attention.

"The tiny pink tank top from my ex that barely fit might actually save me."

I knew I had to use this to my advantage. I brushed my brown hair behind my shoulders to expose my breasts more then I did my best doe eye expression as I looked up at him slightly pushing my breasts together to really drive it home.

Before he could say anything in response I said "I know it's bad, but is there any way you could get me off with a warning?" As I batted my eyelashes, obviously dropping in the innuendo in there as some banter to hopefully distract him enough to let me go without investigating this any further.

His eyes darted back up to meet mine and I could see him trying his best remain composed but his coy smile was betraying him.

"I suppose I could be nice today but you have to promise me you'll never do it again okay?" He said flirtingly.

"Oh I pinky promise Officer Michaels!" As I stuck out my pinky waiting for him take mine. He returned the offer and our pinky's crossed. Our eyes met as we did. I could see the gears in his mind turning.

"Well it's Deputy Michaels but that's good to hear. Before I let you go I'm going to need to you step out of the vehicle so I can make sure you don't have any drugs or weapons on you. Is that okay? It a new department policy we have to enforce." he said sarcastically. He and I both knew no such policy existed. This just served as his trumped up pretext. I understood immediately where this was headed.

"Can I even say no?"

I felt that I had no choice but to say yes. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door. I looked around the parking lot and the road which it was connected to.
"Not a soul in sight. Just me and Deputy Michaels."

Once I was outside of my car standing next to him the contrast of our physiques couldn't have been more stark. He had to be atleast 27 years old standing at 6'3 and probably weighed about 225lb compared to my small stature. His muscles were basically busting out of his shirt. In that moment I understood what women meant about a man in uniform. It definitely gave him an aura about him that felt compelling for some reason I couldn't explain.

"Okay Callie, I'm going to have you face the car while I give you a quick search."

I turned to face my car and my knees were shaking. Everything about this felt so wrong but I had no choice but to let it happen.

"Stick your arms out to the sides like you are making a T." he commanded.

I complied and it wasn't long after when I felt his rough bare hands touching my smooth skin. He started at my extended arms. He began at my shoulder then moved down my arm to my wrist before doing the same on my other arm.

"Very good. You are doing great Callie." he whispered.

I felt a shock of electricity shoot down my spine when he said the fake name I had gave him. For some odd reason it felt better when he said it.

After he finished my arms I could feel his hands explore my back. His hands started at my neck and moved all the way down until he stopped at the top of my hips and the small of my back. Then he moved to my sides and I felt his hands trace the curves of my hourglass shaped torso.

The mix of nervous had my head spinning.

He didn't try to hide what he was here for after that. He quickly cupped my right breast and gave it a firm squeeze. Fireworks started shooting throughout my entire body. He used his other free hand to squeeze my left breast then feel my tone but soft stomach that was exposed by my undersized tank top. Then he took his fingers tweaked on one of my nipple through the shirt.

I had to bite my lip to not let out a moan. I couldn't let him know what my body was going through and I certainly couldn't admit to myself that I might be enjoying this.

He spent a couple more minutes groping my perky tits before he released them and crouched down by my ass.

"Okay Callie now I'm going to need you to spread your legs apart."

Once shifted my stance, giving in to his command I felt his hands start at my ankles then move up my legs. He paid particular focus to my inner thighs and walked his hands right up to my vagina which quickly growing moist from the build up. He made sure to brush the tops of his fingers against my clit which felt incredible before moving his hands to my ass. He seemed to enjoy that area a lot considering he spent most of the time massaging my cheeks before he stood up from his crouched position. One hand returned to my breast and the other made a play for the inside of my leggings working towards my unguarded clit as I wasn't wearing any panties.

"We could go somewhere more private if you want?" he whispered under heavy breath into my ear. This was clearly effecting him as it was to me. His bulge was firmly pressed against my ass and I could feel his thickness begging to be released from his tight uniform pants.

This had already gone way further than I had ever imagined when I stepped out of my vehicle. Deputy Michaels had more of a chance to explore my body than I had. He made me realize just how sensitive this new body of mine was. Every cell in my body was screaming to my brain to say yes but in the back of my mind it felt wrong on multiple levels. The war that was being waged inside me was hitting a fever pitch and in that moment I felt I could have given in to that animalistic urge.

But before I could give him an answer his radio went off.

"Patrol Car Echo One Six, this is dispatch. Requesting immediate route to Bleacher St South. Officer needs back up. Confirm. Over"

"Shit. Perfect timing." he muttered, clearly feeling the frustration. His hand quickly darted out of my leggings to attend to his radio.

"Dispatch, this is Echo One Six. En route."

Deputy Michaels turned me around and our eyes met once again. He gave me a cocky smile before handing over his card.

"Here, You know just in case you get pulled over again by someone else. You can let them know I already took care of it. My cell number is on the back." He said before he quickly turned, headed back to his squad car and sped off.

I breathed a sigh of relief but also disappointment.

"What the fuck is going on?"

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Chapter 3

The rest of the drive had been me replaying those events over and over again in my mind. My pussy was still tingling and begging for the touch of Deputy Michaels. It was like an unquechable thirst had come over me but I was in a desert. The feeling of being groped and fondled by his large hands on my soft delicate body was echoing even after the encounter was over.

But before I knew it I had finally arrived at the mall. I quickly parked and made my way inside.

Going to the mall as a woman was a completely different experience I had soon found out. It hadn't even been 5 minutes and I had already gotten approached and catcalled by a group that was loitering around one of the inside benches.

I did my best to ignore them and continue on in my mission to find some decent clothes that actual fit. The problem was I didn't have the slightest idea of where to begin. Buying clothes seemed like such a trivial thing until you are confronted with the endless options and styles all of which I had no earthly idea about.

In the end I just decided to view this experience as just one big Character customization section in one of the video games I played.

"I'll just try on everything and see what works best!" I thought trying to remain positive in spite of my situation.

The first store I entered specialized in dresses. It ranged from long elegant formal dresses to cheap slutty club dresses and everything in between.

I definitely didn't need anything fancy, so I gravitated toward sundresses and cocktail dresses. I grabbed a handful and headed to the changing room.

The first sundress was soft cotton in a warm pastel tone. The top fit gently around my bust, then loosened at the waist and fell over my hips. I smoothed it once and looked at myself.

"It actually sits pretty well," I said, turning slightly.

It followed my shape without clinging too much. Fitted where it should be, relaxed where I wanted it.

"Easy. A solid option."

The next was more structured, it was bright pink cocktail dress. As I zipped it up, I felt the difference immediately. It hugged closer through my waist and hips, shaping everything more clearly. I adjusted it at my sides and looked again.

"Okay... this one knows what it's doing."

It held me in just enough to feel deliberate. My waist looked more defined, and the fabric followed my curves instead of skimming over them. I turned slowly.

"This one definitely accentuates my ass."

Next was a floral dress with thinner straps and a slightly cinched waist. The fabric felt lighter, softer, gathering at the middle before draping over my hips and ending mid-thigh. Short, but not too much. I gave a small turn.

"This one's nicer than I thought."

It didn't hold me as firmly, but still followed my shape in a softer way. More movement, less structure.

Last was a black slim cocktail dress. Simple, clean, slightly thicker fabric. It fit close, tracing my shape without squeezing. I stood still, then nodded.

"This one's just... solid."

It didn't overdo anything. It worked.

These four felt like a good start. A quick swipe of credit card and I was off.

Next I moved on to a store that had plenty of skirts and tops where I could try to build some outfits.

The first outfit was a tight pencil skirt with a high slit and a blouse buttoned low enough to push "appropriate." I ran my hands over my hips, watching the fabric cling. The slit shifted with each step, revealing more than it hid. The blouse pulled slightly across my chest, the neckline drawing attention. When I arched my back, it stopped looking accidental. It was intentional.

Next, I tried a cropped top with a clingy A-line skirt that rode high. The top hugged tight, leaving my midriff exposed, while the skirt brushed high on my thighs when I moved. I turned slowly, watching how it all shifted together. Nothing about it was subtle.

Then came the denim mini, short enough that I had to adjust it right away. I paired it with a loose button-down, mostly undone. When I moved, the shirt shifted, giving brief glimpses that felt almost too revealing but still looked cute enough. The skirt rode up, and I smoothed it down again. It felt bold, like I wasn't trying to play it safe anymore.

Last, I slipped into a long fitted skirt with a high slit and an off-shoulder top that barely stayed in place. The fabric traced my curves, the slit revealing flashes of leg. The neckline dipped low, my shoulders bare. I stood there for a moment, letting it settle.

I took pictures after every outfit, posing, checking angles, seeing how everything looked. It was surprisingly fun. None of the outfits were shy. Each pushed a little further. Looking through the photos, I felt a growing desire to show more, not less. I knew I should probably aim for something practical, but after everything I had experienced earlier with Deputy Michaels, I didn't really want to. I quickly gathered all the items and made my way towards check out. Another quick swipe and it was on to the next.

I paused outside of the second store, then decided the outfits weren't the whole story. Shoes and makeup mattered too.

I started with shoes.

A pair of slim, strappy heels went on first. They barely existed except for the lines they drew around my feet and ankles. When I stood, everything shifted, posture, balance, even how I walked. I took a few steps, then turned. It wasn't just height. It was presence.

Then I tried black combat boots that looked so cute on the stand. They felt bolder, more commanding.

Last were chunky platform heels. Heavier, louder. They grounded everything, making each step feel deliberate.

Makeup felt different. It was less about shape, more about focus. I felt completely out of my element. Clothes were easy. You could just try something to see what worked.

The store lights were bright, rows of products lined up. I wandered for a bit, picking things up, putting them back.

"Looking for anything specific?"

I glanced over. The employee was watching, not pushy, just attentive. I hesitated, then held up a gloss.

"Something that goes with... a bolder look, I guess."

They smiled.

"Do you want it to balance the outfit, or lean into it?"

I paused. "Lean into it."

That seemed to click. They stepped closer, scanning my face.

"Then don't play it safe. If the outfit's doing a lot, your makeup shouldn't apologize."

They walked me through it. A deeper lip color, gloss layered over it. Slightly darker eyeshadow, blended clean. Liner that sharpened instead of softened.

"Try this."

I applied it slowly, watching it come together piece by piece. On its own, each part was fine. Together, it worked.

I leaned back, studying the result.

It matched. Not carefully, but in attitude.

"Yeah," they said. "That's more like it."

I smiled, a little sharper than before.

When I left, bag in hand, I knew it wasn't just about the clothes. It was how everything worked together.

At this point, I had spent close to a thousand dollars.

"Being a girl is expensive." I thought.

I was walking through the mall, arms full of bags, when a fitness store caught my eye. Workout clothes felt like a different category. Functional... but not really hiding that they weren't just that.

I stepped inside and grabbed a few things to try on for fun.

First was a matching set: sports bra and high-cut leggings. The fabric was soft but compressive, outlining everything while still feeling supportive. The bra lifted slightly, shaping without hiding. The leggings hugged my waist, hips, and thighs closely. I bent slightly, watching how it moved with me. Athletic, but not subtle.

Next were scrunch leggings with a cropped tank. The gathered fabric emphasized shape more than I expected. I turned, paused, then checked again. The tank was lighter, clinging and shifting slightly with movement. It felt designed to be noticed.

Then biker shorts and a minimal sports bra. The shorts cut higher on my thighs, the bra offered less coverage. It felt less like workout gear and more like a statement. I stretched, watching how everything stayed in place.

Last was a zip-front top with contour leggings. I adjusted the zipper, watching how it changed the look. The seams along the leggings guided the eye subtly. When I shifted my stance, it all came together naturally.

I stepped back, looking at myself and the pile of clothes. Each one balanced movement and comfort with something else. Awareness. Of shape, posture, presence. I was in love. Against my better judgement I swiped my card again making sure I got everything I tried on.

As I exited the fitness short my mind knew there was still one more stop left. Victoria's Secret. I couldn't keep walking around commando. The stares I was getting from men was apparent and the stares I got from other women was definitely of disapproval or straight up contempt if they had their boyfriends in hand who would break their necks to steal a glance of me.

I hesitated for a moment, then started browsing, running my fingers over lace, satin, mesh. There were more options than I expected. After a minute, I gathered a larger stack this time and made my way to the fitting room.

The first few sets were simple, they were lightly lined bras with matching thong panties in multiple different colors. When I put them on, it felt familiar, almost safe yet flirty too. The bra shaped gently without pushing too much, and the fabric sat smooth against my skin. I adjusted the straps and looked in the mirror.

"Okay... this is easy."

It followed my natural shape, comfortable yet inheritally seductive.

The next was more structured, a aqua green push-up bra with lace detailing and a matching pair of lace cheeky panties that sat lower on my hips. As soon as I fastened it, I noticed the difference. It lifted more, shaped more, changed everything slightly but the cleavage really popped.

"Yeah... this one's doing a lot more."

Then I tried a white bralette set, softer, with thinner straps and a relaxed fit. The fabric was light, almost barely there. It didn't shape as much, but it didn't need to. It followed my body closely.

"This one's... different. Feels like I'm not wearing anything at all. I can see the appeal."

Next came a sheer mesh set, darker, more minimal in coverage. When I put it on, I paused for a second before even looking.

"Okay... this is a step up."

It wasn't about support anymore. It was about how it framed everything, what it suggested rather than showed. I shifted slightly, watching how it changed.

Then I picked up a strappy set, something with more lines than fabric. It took a little longer to get into, adjusting each piece until it sat right. When I finally looked up, I stayed still for a second.

"...yeah."

Every strap had a purpose, drawing the eye across different angles. It wasn't subtle, but it wasn't chaotic either. It felt designed.

Then I tried a bodysuit, something I hadn't planned on. It slipped on in one piece, hugging from top to bottom. The fabric traced every curve without interruption.

"This is... a whole look."

It didn't feel like underwear at all, more like something that could stand on its own.

Last, I picked another full lingerie set but this time it was a deep passionate red, similar to the earlier one but with more detail, more layering. Putting it on took time, adjusting each piece until it sat just right with garter to match.

When I finally looked at myself, I didn't move for a moment.

"Holy shit.."

I had made sure to take pictures of everything. I sat in the dimly lit changing room scrolling and reviewing my work. The heat in my face began to grow and radiate down my body and into my clit. Seeing the pictures of this body in this revealing lingerie coupled with the thoughts of being groped by Deputy Michaels sent shivers down my spine.

I still felt his thick cock rubbing against my ass cheeks as he tried to touch my clit. Without even realizing it my hand naturally moved lower and I began touching myself the way I had wished he could have. The sensation was amazing. Everything felt like it was dialed up to 100. I started moving my fingers in slow concentric circles over my pulsing clit. In my mind it was Deputy Michaels who had me in the back of his squad car spreading my legs and doing what he had proposed before we got interrupted. My mind was flooded with the images of him potentially bending me over and stuffing his cock into me. I was longing to know what it was like to feel sex from the other side. All the questions I had, all the fantasies I wanted to explore. It was becoming to much.

I was biting my lips trying to hold in the moans but they would slowly leak out. My pussy was gushing at this point and the noise of me rubbing my clit was getting too loud to ignore. I had to finish quickly. The image that sent me over the edge was imagining Deputy Michaels softly whisper in my ear commanding to me cum for him. "Do it. That's an order!"

My body began to shake and jerk uncontrollably and hot panting escaped from me. A quick wave of pleasure crashed over me and was echoing into my inner thighs.

"That.... was insane.." I whispered to myself.

I cleaned up the best I could and grabbed all the items I tried on then proceeded to the check out. This was the largest bill yet and ironically it was for the least amount of material out of everything I had bought today. In total I spent close to $2,000 dollars with out even breaking a sweat. I never had spent this much money on clothes in my entire life as a guy but in my first day as a woman I crushed that figure.

"Eh I charged it all to my credit card so it is a future me problem." I tried to reason with myself.

I didn't have much money in my debit account and my pay checks weren't anything special so the only form of money I did have was my credit card.

As I was leaving the mall I passed by this cork board that had different community events and things of that nature. One of them that caught my eye was a local bar/club that was looking for severing girls ASAP that promised big tips.

"Big tips huh? maybe I could do that to pay off all this credit card debit I just racked up." I giggled not really paying it much mind.

I took a picture of the flyer and headed back to my car.

By the time I got to my car and tried to put all the shopping bags into my trunk it realized it all barely fit. I had to slam it down hard to get it shut all the way.

The drive back was uneventful, although there was apart of me hoping I would get pulled over by Deputy Michaels again.

I made it back and laid out all my new clothes on my bed. Once it was all laid out I took a step back and had admired the hard work I put in today. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment even though I did was blow money on clothes and get groped by an Officer of the Law.

I didn't know how long I would be stuck in this body for but I did know that atleast I would look sexy as fuck doing it and that gave me some pride.

Once I had put everything away the next most obvious problem started plaguing my mind that I needed to find an answer to.

"I need an ID or I need a social security number. I need something to prove I exist and that I'm a real person. Otherwise all this is pointless and I'll be homeless before I know it."
That's when I had a slightly brilliant idea. It might not be the smartest or the most long term answer but I had the idea to just get a fake id.

In my college days having a fake ID was like a golden ticket. It could get you invited any house party to buy them alcohol or any real bar if that was more your speed. I still had the number of an old buddy who used to hook us with fakes so I knew I needed to hit him up asap.

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found his number. I only knew him by the name Fish.

"Hey Fish, it's me Calvin. I don't know if you remember me from college or not but I was wondering if by chance you still had the connections to hook my friend up with a fake id?"

About an hour later my phone buzzed and Fish had replied.

"Hey man what's up. Unfortunately I'm out of the fake ID game but I could put you in contact with my boy Eduardo. He doesn't do fakes though. He legit makes you the real thing. It's mad pricey though I gotta warn you. He helps out a lot of Illegals who need legit stuff so they don't get taken by ICE. Obviously his prices have sky rocketed. I'm talking like $15K but that gets you everything you need. Anyways, let me know if that's what you are looking and if you want me to hook it up."

"Fuck... $15K?! Barely have $1k let alone 15. How am I gonna pay for that?" I thought. This again felt like a moment where I didn't have many options. Then I remembered the job listing I saw at the mall and started wondering just how big the tips could be and if that could be my solution.

I texted Fish back.

"Yeah go ahead let me know when and where my friend can meet Eduardo."

"Sure thing man. He will reach out to you soon to set something up."

After that I got the number from the flyer out of my camera roll on my phone and gave it a call. The call wasn't long.

"I guess I have a job interview tonight."

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Chapter 4

When I had arrived outside of the club the parking lot was nearly empty. It was still early in the evening and wasn't the correct time people normally came out to party.

I was nervous I would be late as I felt I spent a massive amount of time trying to pick out what I was going to wear for this interview.

When I got out of the car and headed towards the entrance I saw the unilluminated sign of the establishment that read Dreamscape. The windows were blacked out and it looked seedy with the light from the dusk not masking it.

I made my way through the swinging double doors and passed the unattended coat check to the main bar area where I saw an overweight gentleman with a receding horseshoe hair line barking out orders to the workers of the club as he sat at the bar reviewing paper work.

The club was starkly empty aside from workers moving about. It gave an eerie vibe when the bright lights were on in a club but no one was actually there. It gave the impression like the place had been abandoned.

The sound of my heels clicked and clacked against the sticky floor as I approached the overweight gentleman and introduced myself.

"Hi sir! My name is Callie. We spoke on the phone earlier? I'm here for the interview."

Barely drifting his attention from the paperwork in his hands he gave me a quick up and down before his focus returned to what he had been doing before.

"You're pretty, you should do fine. Do you have any experience being a shot girl?" He said flatly.

"Um no, never." I laughed nervously.

"Eh, doesn't really matter anyways. It's simple. You look pretty, walk around with shots, take the money, and repeat."

"Doesn't sound to complicated I guess" I said reassured.

"Can you start tonight?" He shot back in a sort of annoyed tone.

"But what about the interview?" I asked, confused.

"That was it. Like I said, it's not hard. Just be pretty and drunk guys will buy anything from you. Haven't you learned this by now?"

"He wasn't wrong" I thought. I remembered quite a few times in college I ended up blowing a couple hundred dollars on the off chance I was able to take home a hot girl from the club when I was in my old body. Then I also remembered it never worked out in my favor.

"I guess so" I stammered. "But I don't have any identification or a social security number."

That finally made him put down his papers. He threw his head back in laughter. It was one of those deep belly laughs where your face turns bright red and you struggle breathe a bit after.

"Oh honey, this is mainly a cash business. Do you think I'm were paying taxes on this? Everything is under the table. You get paid out at the end of the night. We always need girls so if you wanna show up every night and work or if you don't it doesn't matter to me. As long as you are slinging shots to these drunk losers I couldn't give a damn. So what will it be?" He said pointedly.

"Hmm, getting paid every night in cash could be perfect." I thought.

"I'm in." I declared.

"Good, Lily will show you the ropes and give you the outfit to wear in the back." Afterwards he shouted at this tiny Asian girl and beckoned her over.

"Um, outfit? Is what I'm wearing not good enough?" I questioned.

He gave me another up and down before he said "it's ok, but what we have is better."

As he turned back to his paperwork I was approached by a short Asian woman. She was objectively attractive but had an alternative style about her. She sported a stylish bob cut with a single blue streak. Both of her arms were covered in tattoos and she had her septum pierced. She was wearing an angel lingerie outfit but she looked mean and stern. Although, that perception shifted when she spoke.