On uneasy legs I waddle out from the bathroom, my shortened stride and unfamiliar gait leading me to stagger and stumble almost every other step. While I can't help but wish the Swap Clinic had given me some more traits to make my body feel more natural I'm still pleased with the result.
Re-entering the living room/kitchen area a grin stretches on my face from ear to ear, the image of my full body in the mirror lingering in the forefront of my mind.
"I looked...darling" I purr, my new accent sending chills down my spine as I linger on the last word. My eyes drift down to my body as I walk, the sight of my hips popping from side to side and the subtle bounce of my weighty chest driving me wild.
However, the positive vibes I was reveling in begin to abate as I look around the apartment. It was so tiny, dark, and in desperate need of a vacuum. Trying to keep myself in high spirits I quickly head towards the kitchen, flouncing more confidant as I move away from the wall I had been relying on for support.
As I draw closer to the window I get another look at my reflection. The vision of a giddy curvy blonde sheepishly stumbling forward fills the glass as a thunderstorm rages outside. My steps slow more and more as I get closer and closer to the glass, pausing inches away from it as I stare out at the city below me.
I was only on the third or fourth floor of whatever building I was in. a series of bland-looking brown brick or white rendered buildings line the street, presumably matching whatever my apartment looked like.
It feels like an older neighborhood, with some aging and out-of-date garbage cans juxtaposing more modern amenities. E-Scooters lay against the walls of the neighboring buildings along with a digital billboard resting atop some sort of tram or bus stop.
I'm snapped out of my thought by the sound of a dinging bell, my eyes snapping down to a tram that had stopped at a nearby corner. I watch as passengers rapidly disembark, racing out of the door with makeshift umbrellas in an attempt to hold back the torrent of rain.
It suddenly hits me as some of the people pass by beneath my window. "Fuck I'm naked" I squeak sheepishly, "What if they see me?"
As my scared words reach my ears a strange thought worms into my head. "What IF they see me? That'd be so...naughty. I shouldn't...but..." the thought drives home, my heart racing as a weak smile begins to form on my shocked nervous face.
I watch as the tram starts back up, traveling past my apartment and bringing my eyes back onto my naked form in the window. The grinning meek blonde in the mirror now stands there with a deep blush on her freckled face, a lewd smirk on her lips as her thighs press together.
"Exhibitionist" I say softly mewl, my voice growing breathy as I fidget in place thanks to my growing arousal.
I manage to pry myself away from the reflection in the window, my body heating up and beginning to make demands I would need to attend to. Even though I was terrified about someone seeing me right now the thought of someone seeing me so...compromised still made me all too excited and giddy.
I begin to rummage through the cabinets, both above and below the countertop in search of food. Sadly the cabinets seem rather sparse, containing only two to three plates, bowls, and sets of cutlery. A drawer has a series of knives, each with different handles that look like they had been bought second hand.
I find myself letting out a huff as I pick one up, flicking the blade with my finger. "They're all so dull, I'll need a sharpener or maybe I can get by with something that can hone..." I mutter disappointed, trailing off as I listen to myself.
"What...where did that come from?" I mutter, sliding the knife back into the draw. "Oh, I'll need a knife block, just the block and not one with cheap knives. That'll free up the draw for..." I blurt out again, speaking the moment I see the knives again.
Placing a hand on the countertop I stabilize myself, my head aching a little after my outburst. I wrack my brain, struggling to find how the hell I had known any of that. I had spoken so confidently, like I had some solid understanding in something I actually knew practically nothing about. I had heard of sharpeners and honing stones in the past, though I never owned either, and a friend had told me that cheap knife sets with a knife block weren't good value at some point in the past. However, it all rang true to me now with far more confidence in that information than I realistically should have. It was like my memories were being used by something deeper, something which knew far more about cooking than myself, in an attempt to give itself a voice.
Swallowing hard I stand back up, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly but surely I return to my search, finding a chopping board, some old tea towels, a small fry pan and a wooden spoon. In a cabinet, right at the end of the counter, I manage to find some cans of beans and a half-finished box of cereal.
Sighing heavily I bend down, pulling out the food and placing them on the counter. As I stand back up I let out a little groan as I feel the tug of my breasts pulling me forward, threatening to topple me thanks to my apparent lack of coordination.
"I'll get used to it" I mumble to myself, glancing down at my milky white chest. "I mean...I'll have to"
With the meager amount of food on the counter I pivot to the fridge, having to merely spin in place to reach the door handle. Pulling open the door my shoulders slump, seeing it largely empty. The bulk of the fridge is completely empty, with the door having a half-empty bottle of orange juice and an old carton of milk.
My nose wrinkles at the smell of the rancid milk, something about it making me cringe even more than it otherwise would have before the Swap Clinic. I quickly pull the old carton out, holding it at arm's length as I search for a place to put it. However, I can't seem to find the garbage can. I awkwardly race around the kitchen, my stomach churning at the scent, before giving up and throwing it back into the fridge.
Gasping for air once the smell is sealed back in its cold metal casket I let out a low whimper, realizing I would need to spend money to get myself set up here.
"I...I should have gotten the nice apartment" I whisper to myself, leaning against the counter as I feel my plump firm ass dig into the corner of the cold countertop. Glancing out the window a smirk appears on my face as I see some people walking past under the cover of umbrellas, chewing at my lip as I feel the excitement of potentially being seen grow inside me yet again.
"I...I should probably get dressed" I mutter, chuckling under my breath as I look down at my hardened nipples.
Wanting to get away from the enticing and arousing position I had found myself in I race towards my tiny bedroom, a sticky wet sensation growing between my thighs as they rub together with each step.
"Above...Above-Average huh?" I chuckle, slipping back into the sad excuse for a bedroom.
I drop back down onto the mattress, placing one leg on either side of the bag. Taking a moment I try to catch my breath, my little heart still racing after the exhilaration of prancing around naked by the window.
"I...I guess I haven't gotten off in nearly nineteen years" I chuckle, the warmth spreading through my groin lingering far longer and easing off far slower than before.
With my deep breaths causing my breasts to heave I struggle to focus on my current task, my mind wandering to more personal exploration constantly. Wit shakey hands I reach into the duffle bag, tentatively fishing around and pulling at the shabby pile of clothes at the bottom.
In the tangle I manage to pull free a dark maroon sweater, the cable knit weave giving the whole thing a lot more texture and making the whole thing fairly visually interesting.
As I assess the top I squint at it from behind my glasses, finding that I had far more opinions about the clothes than I had in the past. The deep dark reddish-purple was alluring, mysterious, and I completely loved it.
Shaking my head a little, my fringe falling more evenly over my eyes, I toss the sweater to the side for later. "I...I suppose it's cute...I mean..." I mutter, growing embarrassed at how I was feeling about the clothes.
Next I tug out a large black beanie, the large piece of head wear reeking of cigarettes. I cough a little at the smell, finding it overpowering on this one item. I quickly place it with the sweater, hoping to air it out later.
"Where did Dr Jones get these?" I mutter, wondering what the deal was with these clothes. However, as I see the hard case in the bag and remember the 'Nintendo' that was left behind I realize just where these had all come from.
"People left them after swaps...I guess" I say unsurely, tilting my head to look between the bag and the two clothing items I had found so far.
With a confused look I pull a ball of denim out of the bag, a terrible tangled pair of skinny jeans having been discarded and in a sorry state. With a groan I begin to slowly try to undo the knots in the pant legs, the old musty and dusty smell of the jeans giving me an idea of how long these things had been lying around. Eventually, after much grunting and building up a bit of a sweat, I manage to get the pants in a wearable state. As I hold them up my lip quivers a little, a worry that they won't fit piercing my heart as I glance down at my thighs and hips.
"Stop...come on" I whimper as I catch the self-conscious thought. "You're cute...I mean hot...you're perfect".
Finally, nestled in the bottom of the bag, I find a pair of cheap knock-off Vans. The black shoes with white highlights appear to be about my size, whatever that may be.
Looking over at the clothes I can't help but be mildly confused. "What was Dr. Jones talking about? Dark moody colors, accenting patterns, this is a great out...fit" I say, slowing down as I realize that I knew what made a good outfit now...Somehow.
Falling back onto the bed, my breasts jiggling delightfully at the edge of my vision, I let out a sigh. "I mean...Maybe I should just go around...Naked" I chuckle, reaching down to feel the moist patch that had rubbed between my thighs.
I was still feeling the effects from parading about in the kitchen, from caressing my breasts and smacking my overly sensitive ass. As I take some of my pussy juice between my fingers I chew at my bottom lip, my mind wandering to something far less constructive than getting my apartment set up.
"Well...Maybe just to calm me down" I mewl gently, my hand slowly gliding up towards the twitching eager lips between my legs as the other hand creeps towards my breasts.
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