Living the Dream - Part Thirteen

I sit in silence for a moment, collecting my thoughts before perking up. "Alright, I got it. I'm going to try on my new clothes, I need to find an outfit for tomorrow."

After making my decision I simply sit in the bathtub, not really wanting to leave the warm water as it soothes my tired and aching body. I also can't help but grin as I look down at the pale mounds attached to my chest, gleefully watching in delight as they float in the mildly cramped tub.

With a deep sigh I eventually realize I had to get moving, otherwise I would be in here until the water turned ice cold. With a deep inhale I grab the side of the basin, hauling my shrunken frame up and out of the water. I gasp loudly as more and more of my skin reaches the open air, the frigid nature of my cheap apartment hitting home in comparison to the delightfully warm water I had been laying in. Looking down I bite at my lower lip, enjoying the sight of the water running down and over my massive chest.

"Bugger...It's...s...s...so cold" I squeak, my body quickly beginning to shiver in the cold evening air. I wrap my arms around me, rubbing at my plush upper arm in an attempt to warm up and squeezing my oversized chest tightly in the process.

Living the Dream - Part Twelve

"Just a quicky" I purr, leaning my head back as I slowly succumb to my body's desires.

Mewling gently as I run my fingers tenderly around my sweet little pussy I slowly begin to rock my hips once more, teasing myself tantalizingly as my fingers threaten to slide inside past my moistened lips. I know this can only end one way, I needed to find that mind-melting satisfaction again before I could even consider doing anything productive around the apartment.

My other hand violently paws at my chest, cupping one of my breasts to the best of my petite little hand's ability as I squeeze the heaving flesh and tease the solid nub standing at full attention. My breath grows less and less stable, turning to a series of pathetic gasps and moan.

My mind begins to wander as I taunt as tease my eager form. In my mind's eye I begin to imagine Molly, towering over as her own hands roam and toy with my soft curvaceous body. Her long hair tickles over my shoulders as she leans down whispering in my ear sweet nothings between bouts of devious chuckling at how I melt and succumb to her skill ministrations.

"Bed...now" coos my mental facsimile of my artsy neighbor, her voice carrying the same intensity she had when she first asked me to model for her. A loud whimpering moan slips from my lump lips, my body sliding down into a laying position as my mind snaps to the image of us in my shitty single bed.

Living the Dream - Part Eleven

"I suppose...Um..." I stammer, trying to get the words out as my frazzled mind tries to decide on what to say to Molly. Was the dinner meant to be a date? What sort of modelling was she going to ask me to do? It was all so sudden, though this woman seemed to be fairly upfront.

"Um...where would I..." I begin to squeak out, playing with and biting my lower lip as I feel a warm glow wash over me at the thought of being painted.

"I use the studio over in the Hawthorn Annex" Molly states, grinning wider as she realizes my interest. She stares blankly for a moment before recoiling a little, a dumbfounded look plastered across her face. "I mean Latham College" she clarifies, placing her palm to her forehead "Sorry, I'm still out of it. I'm used to people just...knowing the campus"

The gears in my head begin to spin as she brings up the college. I knew of it in passing, a smaller tertiary institution far out past the eastern suburbs. Compared to my old place of study and work it leaned closer to an arts college, being founded as such, but had developed to offer a range of courses.

"That's...pretty far" I mutter, looking down as I try to plan out how to get there or how I'd even pay for the bus or train over there. "But I did want to enroll somewhere and..." I continue before suddenly being cut off by an excited Molly.

"Oh I'll drive you" she exclaims giddily. "And I can show you around campus, the lake, the gardens, and I guess the admin offices if you want to start your college career" she continues with a wink.

Living the Dream - Part Ten

Peeking out through the gap in the door I quickly adjust my glasses, adjusting to the dim lighting of the hallway and opening the door more as I see a woman in her early twenties with long brown hair, wearing paint-spattered jeans and towering over me.

I'm forced to crane my head up quite a bit to meet her in the eyes, losing myself for a moment in the steely blue-gray gaze staring back at me. Her nose is rather pronounced, a slight bend in the bridge evidencing some former break. The woman has a slight tan, a line on her long arms indicating her normally rather fair complexion. Her long dark brown hair frays out in a mild mess that reaches down to the small of her back, the majority of it having been pinned back behind her with a black wooden headband. Behind her ears rest a small yet finely sharpened pencil and an expensive-looking fine liner pen.

My eyes quickly glance over her, barely managing to pull myself away from our accidental staring match. She is wearing a loose-fitting white shirt, the cheap material coated in splotches of paint and dark rubbings of charcoal. A series of beaded necklaces and rough-hewn metal medallions hang around her neck, all of them appearing hand-made. I swallow hard as I notice that she isn't wearing a bra, her small perky breasts showing clearly through the flimsy material.

Moving further down I see her shirt is tucked tightly into her jeans, most likely to keep it from getting in the way while painting. The light blue and heavily worn jeans are downright coated in paint, large splashes and tiny dots of various colors creating an abstract painting on this woman's clothes. As my eyes move further down I notice she isn't wearing any shoes, her feet adorned with a toe ring and some chipping blue nail polish.

Her hands are thin, featuring short well-maintained fingernails, ending in long and slender. Several bracelets and rings rest perfectly fitted to her, another blend of random home-made styles. In her hand is a white single-use bag, a half-filled takeout container sitting in the bottom with a pair of chopsticks sitting atop it.

Living the Dream - Part Nine

With a few tentative sips from the searing hot cup of tea I begin to head back towards the mess I had made in the living room. My face scrunches up as I taste the hot bitter liquid, the astringent liquid sending a shudder down my spine. Taking quick short breaths I try to cool down my mouth and to ease the bitter taste ravishing my tongue.

"What the..." I mutter, panting as I place the mug down on the small coffee table. "First chocolate, now tea..." I murmur, trailing off my mind racing as I slowly begin to come to a new conclusion. "I didn't swap tongues or anything like that, fashion taste maybe but not taste taste" I start back up, heading over to the sopping wet clothes and bundling them up in my arms.

I begin to quickly race through the apartment, running the dropping pile of clothes towards the tiled bathroom as they leave a trail of rainwater behind me. As the water begins to seep into the lower half of my shirt I glance around, spotting my drying towel as an idea hits me. One by one I begin to whip the items over the top of the shower, watching the water slowly drip into the bathtub below.

"Maybe...I lost my pallet..." I whisper, returning to the living room as I continue thinking about my tastes. "I didn't like green tea when I was younger, and loved sugar so..." I say, slowly reasoning my way through things as a worried and nervous smile spreads across my face. "I suppose this'll take some getting used to" I continue, looking to the kitchen as I start to think about cooking something to eat and wonder what I would even enjoy eating now.

Living the Dream - Part Eight

The race down the water-slicked streets can not go by fast enough, the ever-increasing intensity of the rain slowly beginning to soak through my once warm and dry clothing. My beanies and sweater begin to grow heavy as they grow waterlogged, causing me to strain even more as I carry the heavy garbage bin full of shopping home with the metal canister pressed against my generous chest.

Thankfully I manage to reach the building which contains my new home after only a few minutes of running, the door still stuck slightly ajar giving me a nice visual reminder of where I lived. Racing inside I finally take a chance to catch my breath. I'm forced to pant heavily, my arms shaking from the weight I was carrying and my young heart racing a mile a minute as I realize I wasn't the fittest person in the world.

"All...All right...Just the...the stairs now" I pant, looking around the metal can in my arms to the long stairwell leading back to my tiny apartment.

I sure up my grip a little on my shopping, finding my weak slender hands constantly sliding down the wet steel, before shuffling slowly to the stairs and easing my way up. I manage to make it to the second fall without much of an incident. However, as I step out onto the next set of stairs I miss the step and stumble, only avoiding tumbling over as I feel a hand grab my arm.

"Got ya" someone says behind me, a triumphant tone managing to make its way through despite their shaky voice.

With the help of the mysterious stranger I'm able to get my feet under me, my heart hammering as I realize how close I came to falling flat on my face.

"Th...thank you" I squeak, clutching the shopping closer as I turn around to see who had helped me.

I'm forced to crane my head up a little, my butterscotch blonde hair sticking to my face and getting under my glasses as I look up at the young man standing behind me. He smiles nervously down at me, showing his pearly whites contrasting against the dark brown patchy fuzz that was his poor excuse for facial hair. The pale young man, around nineteen like myself, has a mop of messy brown hair that hangs a little under his ears. His blue eyes, bordering on a subtle gray, have slight dark bags underneath of them as though he had been up all night. His build was harder to ascertain, his body hidden beneath a heavy appearing mixture of jumpers and jackets before leading down to a pair of baggy jeans.

"No problem" he chuckles nervously, reaching up to rub the back of his head and neck. "I was just about to head down and I saw...well...would you like a hand with that?" he rambles, nodding down to the bin in my arms.

"No...ah..I can..." I mutter, fidgeting as I try to reclaim my grip on the canister. However, as I struggle the man reaches out and grabs the other side of it in order to keep it steady.

"Are you sure?" he asks again, giving me a critical look as I fumble with the heavy shopping in my aching arms.

"I...I'm just one more floor up...could you...um?" I mumble, my accent working its charm even if I didn't want to.

"That's easy...just let...me..." the young man says, grunting a little between words as he hefts the bin into his own grip. He easily wraps one arm around the bin, supporting it from below with his other hand. "This is pretty heavy, did you carry it all the way from the...Big-Mart?" he asks, trying to pay a small compliment as he reads the label on the top of the bin.

"Yeah I..." I begin to say, trailing off as I catch the young man staring at my chest. Glancing down myself I can see why, the material of my sweater clings tightly to my large perky rack as I inadvertently give the young man quiet the show. "Uh...this way" I mumble, blushing heavily as I find myself wondering if he was staring at my ass as we climbed the stairs. Try as I might, thanks to the distance between the stairs, I'm forced to sashay my wide hips with each step as my plush behind bounces lightly in the tight stretched jeans.

After a minute of climbing in silence we begin to approach the landing of my floor. I begin to fish around in my pockets for my key, fumble for a moment as I struggle to free it from my pockets. "I should have gotten a handbag" I whisper under my breath, realizing the trouble I was going to have with these clothes.

"Sorry?" the young man says behind me, misinterpreting what I was saying as being directed to him.

"I...uh...Sorry, I said we're here...Thank you" I squeak back in reply.

Reaching the door I hastily unlock it, pushing the door open as I reveal my dingy apartment to the helpful stranger. He doesn't walk in, instead placing the bin by the inside of the door, though he does take a moment to look inside.

"So...you just moved here too?" he asks, stretching a little to ease up his shoulders.

"Yeah, I...too?" I mutter, tilting my head in a curious manner as I look back up at the man.

"I only got here a week or so ago. I live with my older sister on the second floor" he explains, his eyes slowly managing to meet me in the eyes and only occasionally glancing at my chest. "I take it you're here to study?"

"I...yeah" I reply, chewing my bottom lip "hopefully"

"Well, then I guess I'll be seeing you around then. I'm Ben" he says, finally introducing himself.

"Mia" I say back, giving him a warm smile.

There is a brief pause, both of us looking at each other in silence before Ben suddenly snaps back to reality. "Oh, right, I was meant to be picking up dinner" he says excitedly, jumping a little as he realizes how sidetracked he got.

I can't help but giggle a little, a slight blush growing on my cheeks thanks to knowing what had distracted him. "Well don't let me keep you" I say sweetly, nodding to the stairs "Thanks again".

"No problem" Ben chimes in moving towards the stairs. "Welcome to the building...um...we're in two eleven...if you need anything" the young man calls out as he begins to descend the stairs, his voice growing distant as he disappears further and further down the stairwell.

Heading into my apartment I can't seem to stop smiling. Closing the door behind me I begin to slide the bin across the hardwood floor closer to the coffee table and the couch. With my clothes clinging to me I let out a little huff, quickly moving to whip the beanie off my head and to rapidly disrobe.

"What a cute guy" I mutter to myself as I step out of my jeans, kicking them into the corner along with the rest of my sopping wet clothes. I pause for a moment as I think about what I just said, my face growing redder and redder by the second. "Cute...Guy...Oh my gosh" I squeak, biting at my lower lip as I realize that I had the beginning of a bit of a crush on some random dude I had just met.

Opening the bin I quickly fish around for the towel, grabbing it out as I begin to dry myself off. "I...I like dudes...this is so...weird" I mutter, shimmying my hips a little from side to side as a faint smile grows on my plush pink lips. "I wonder if..." I begin to say, stopping myself to keep my imagination from running wild.

As I finish drying off I strut through the living room naked, heading into the bathroom and hanging up the towel over the top of the shower. "No...towel rack" I mutter in frustration, shaking my head as I walk back out to sort out my shopping.

Pulling the little plants out first I feel my heart soar, growing giddier by the second as I place them all on the coffee table. "Aloe Vera...here...and I'll put a Snake Plant in the bedroom" I whisper under my breath, desperate to get the plants spread around the place.

Next I quickly begin to pack away the groceries and kitchenware. As I race around the kitchen, putting the perishables away first and finding places for all the new spices and essentials, I find a tingle of excitement begin to build inside me. "The window" I hiss, the anger in my voice being betrayed by my expression as my lips curl into a lewd smirk. I put on my new kettle, letting the water boil as I bend over to get a mug while giving anyone looking into the window a fantastic view of my plump rear and tight pussy. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine as I stand back up, my breath exiting with a pleasurable shudder.

"Alright...Clothes" I mutter, dropping a green tea bag into the mug before heading over to the bin again.

I hastily paw through the remainder of the shopping, piling up all the bedding for later, before hurling each piece of clothing onto the old couch. My eyes dart over the collection of clothing, a deep desire building in me to try everything on. However, I manage to push that thought to the side as I reach for the bulk packs of oversized men's shirts and black panties. Tearing each of the packaging open I quickly grab out the contents, taking one and leaving the rest on the couch.

Pulling up the panties is a strange experience, a slight whimper escaping my lips as I pull the cotton garment in place. The waistband digs a little into my hips while the fabric stretches tightly over my ass and holds firmly against my flat new groin. I stand in confusion for a few seconds, my mind trying to process the constant reminder of my new anatomy.

The shirt is much less invasive, the massive black t-shirt looking more like an ill-fitting dress than anything else. My large perky tits still tent out the shirt, leaving my tummy feeling somewhat naked, but beyond that it feels fairly normal.

"There...dressed" I chirp, quickly messing up my short blonde hair in an effort to give myself a self-styled 'Night-In' look.

I'm snapped back to the kitchen as the kettle begins to whistle. I rush back over and begin to pour the boiling water into the mug as I sigh a little under my breath. "This should warm me up" I mutter, still feeling the effects of the rain.

With mug in hand, I turn back to look at the apartment. My eyes dart over everything, a mental list forming in my head as my shoulders slump.

"Wet clothes to put...somewhere, bed to make, plants to water, dinner to cook, clothes to wear...I mean put away, and...wait what time is it anyway?" I say to myself, cocking an eyebrow in confusion as I look out the window and up at the stormy sky. Thanks to the heavy cloud cover I couldn't make head or tails of whether it was early or late in the day.

Blowing on the tea in an effort to cool it down I begin to whisper.

"Well...No time like the present."

Living the Dream - Part Seven

 

As I follow the map, crisscrossing up the many streets towards the marked Big-Mart on the scrawled piece of paper, I begin to fumble with the chocolate nut bar Nick had given me. A smirk breaks out across my face as I pull at the plastic wrapper, my hips swaying confidently as I revel in the effect my body and sweet demeanor had on that young man.

With the spitting rain still coming down I pull my beanie a little more tightly down around my head, covering the back of my neck and leaving a little bit of butterscotch hair poking out as a cute little fringe.

With my stomach growling more and more I quickly pop the chocolate bar into my mouth, groaning softly in happiness as I taste the sweet moreish chocolate on my tongue. Before I can even think about it I hastily devour the whole thing, cramming it into my mouth as my cheeks puff out in an adorably squirrel-like fashion.

"Thatsh sho good" I mutter, my words getting muffled by the food in my mouth as I struggle to get it all down. With a bit of chew and a heavy swallow I manage to finish it off, leaving me craving some more chocolate now that I'd had a taste.

"Since when did I like chocolate so much?" I whisper to myself, licking my plump pink lips in search of any missed morsel. "Is this...someone else's tastes?" I wonder, my train of thought being derailed as I see the red glow of the Big-Mart sign spreading ambiently through the hazy rain.

Approaching the large building I can't help but look at it in a state of awe. It seemed so much larger than I remember, at least since I had become an adult. I'm snapped from this shocked state as I feel the wind pick up, a reminder that I may only have a short period of time to get things for the apartment before it begins to bucket down again.

With that urging I quickly rush towards the massive automatic doors, my tiny legs carrying me far less distance with each stride than I was used to. Before long however I make it to through the massive doors, the pale fluorescent light causing me to squint as I adjust to the harsh industrial lighting.

For a moment I'm completely lost, more so than I had been so far in this new body, as I am mentally pulled in every direction at once while I try to work out where to go first. Taking a deep breath I head over to the shopping carts, wrangling one from the rest and heading into the store proper.

"Blankets, bin...bin..." I mutter under my breath, trying to remember what I had come here for. Looking down at my hands on the shopping cart's handle I spy my bountiful breasts in the periphery of my vision, the faint outline of my small yet hardened nipples poking through the strained sweater. "Bras...Underwear" I continue the list, chewing at my lip as I feel a slight tingle in my groin at the realization of what I was showing complete strangers.

Deciding to do this methodically I begin to move around the store in a counter-clockwise manner. Big-Marts were rather interestingly designed, broken up into different quadrants; Home, Clothing, Groceries, and Toys with a large check out in the center of the store.

Making my way into the home section I begin to look for some cheap sheets to cover the now pussy juice-soaked mattress. However, I only manage to make it to the kitchen section before I find myself getting distracted. A little gasp escapes my lips as I see a hardwood knife block at the back of one of the aisles.

"Oh, I need that" I squeak, wheeling the cart down the aisle and well off course.

I quickly throw the knife block into the cart, smiling adorably as I look down at it.

"Wait...I needed a sharpener" I mutter, glancing around the aisle. It doesn't take too long to find what I was looking for, a small coarse metal rod with a wooden handle that matches the knife block. I can't help but squeal in delight at having a matching set before recoiling at how much I cared about all this.

"I...yeah...I mean that'll work" I say with a cough, trying to play it cool for no one in particular.

Returning to the main causeway around the store I slow down, keeping an eye out for a garbage bin as well. Eventually, I spy a medium-sized steel pedal-operated can, just the right size to sit next to the countertop. Taking it in two hands I lift it into the cart, my face dropping as I realize how short my arms were now. Opening the garbage bin I drop the knife block and sharpener inside, smirking as I realize I also just got a shopping bag.

Passing out of the kitchen area I find myself in the bathroom section. As I walk by the aisles I snag a few odds and ends I figure I'd need, some toothpaste and a brush along with a towel for later tonight.

Before long I manage to make it to the bedroom section, another dull throb crushing my skull as I see some loose arrangements of potted house plants.

"Aloe Vera, Snake Plants, Pencil Cactus..." I giddily mutter under my breath, my eyes darting over the labels and my mind drinking deep of the information they conveyed. Without a second thought, I drop in a few pots of aloe vera and the snake plants. "I mean....they're good for filtering air...I think" I mutter unsurely, something in me telling me that I was correct even though I didn't quite remember where I had heard that.

I'm barely able to pull myself away from the assorted plants, a painful ache in my heart building as I find myself wanting to take them all home. However, with one last push of willpower, I manage to continue further into the bedroom section. Deeper into the store I manage to find the bedding, a colorful area filled with all manner of designs and patterned sheets. Creeping through slowly I try to find what I'd need before going to bed tonight.

"Pillows..." I mutter under my breath, snatching a set of soft memory foam pillows from a basket and placing them gently in the cart.

"Blanket..." I continue, grabbing a large plastic bag containing a heavy woolen blanket before simply carrying it by the handle.

"Cover...and...Sheets" I say as I finish my long-drawn-out sentence, spotting the wall of color that leaves me stunned. My eyes dart over it all, trying to find something to buy. I quickly find what I'd usually go for, a set of off-white sheets and a simple pale-colored cover for the blanket. However, as I look at it I find my gaze being drawn away.

"What the...fuck" I mutter in confusion at my lack of interest, my eyes going wide as I spot something different. Leaving the cart behind I quickly jump up, barely reaching a dark red and purple cover for the blanket I had just bought. "I...I love this...so moody...alluring..." I whisper to myself, my heart racing as I find my new fashion tastes extending beyond merely my clothes. I quickly dump the cover into the cart before returning to the sheet, finding a nice dark set to provide a backdrop to the blanket.

With all my bedding in the cart I begin to walk away, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at all the strange items I had bought. From the compelled purchases for the kitchen and the plants to the dark and evocative sheets, there was barely anything the old me would have bought in here.

My discontent with my situation only grows as I enter the next quadrant, clothing. I slowly begin to walk towards the men's section, freezing up and spinning towards the women's clothes as my face grows a deep tomato red.

"I...uh...this is where I shop, idiot me" I berate myself under my breath, wheeling my cart in amongst the rows and rows of shelves. Immediately my new fashion sense begins to take a grip over my focus, pulling me towards a shelf full of sneakers and heavy practical boots. An excited feeling builds inside of me, overshadowing the discontent, as I begin to slip off one of my shoes in search of my shoe size.

"Eight...got...it" I mutter slowly, sliding the off-brand Van's back on as I quickly grab a gorgeous pair of black steel-capped boots and a set of heeled suede boots. I reel at the sight of the heel, but something inside simply needs that pair of shoes. With my face twisting between a look of total glee and one of terror I begin to move through the aisles in search of underwear.

As I head up and down the lines of shelves I struggle to find the essentials I am after. Instead, I keep finding things that somehow find their way into the cart. A plain black sweater, two new pairs of jeans with one being a navy blue and the other being a distressed worn blue, a dark crimson dress with a low neckline which appears fairly tight in the torso before growing light and airy down bellow, and a heavy feeling brown shawl cardigan.

"What...what the fuck is wrong with..." I whimper, trailing off as I look at the clothes and am overcome with joy at the thought of trying them all on. "...me".

Finally, after a long and distraction-filled search I find what I was originally looking for. The shelves are filled with all manner of bras and panties, the colors, material, and patterns providing an almost overwhelming about of choice.

I begin to potter around the shelves, finding myself leaning towards darker and lacy sets. However, as I pick up a heavy underwire bra I realize something, I have no clue what my actual size is. I begin to squirm on the spot, unsure of what to do. "Should I...try it in the changing room...or..." I whisper nervously under my breath, my lip beginning to quiver a little.

"Are you okay Ms.?" calls out a voice from the end of the aisle, the tone sounding out with an almost motherly concern. I whip my head around, my lip still quivering, in search of the source of the voice. Approaching me is a plump older woman, most likely in her late fifties, dressed in the bright red shirt and black dress pants that made up the Big-Mart uniform. Her skin was rather weathered, with many subtle blemishes covering her arms and face, her deep blue eyes practically radiating with understand and kindness.

"I...uh...I'm sorry but I just moved here but myself, and I...I'm not sure how the sizes...and I've recently gotten a...a little smaller" I ramble nervously, craning my head to look up at the woman and finding myself unable to make a coherent sentence.

"It's okay dear, changes happen" she says warmly, a slight croak in her voice showing her age. She pauses for a moment, eyeing me up with an expert eye for a few moments and causing me to fidget anxiously. "You were looking at the purple ones?" she asks, turning back to the shelves.

"Lacy...Purple" I whimper, averting my gaze as I begin to blush.

"Well...If you're needing a new wardrobe...These...should...do" the older woman states, grabbing a variety of purple, red, and black bras from the shelves. By the end I'm left with a set of lacy purple lingerie, a black and a red push-up bra, a black sports bra, and two standard purple bras.

"Th...thank you...um..." I mutter, extremely embarrassed by this whole thing.

"Angie, it's lovely to meet you dear" the woman says.

"I'm Mia" I reply, looking up at her. "Nice to meet you too"

"When you get to the counter tell them you're my niece" she says with a wink. "They'll give you five percent off"

"I...uh...I mean...Thank you" I squeak, struggling to maintain my composure as I grow more and more emotional.

"No problem dear, be sure to come back if you need any more help with settle in" Angie states before heading back to the main causeway and heading in the opposite direction that I was heading in.

Standing in the underwear aisle I begin to sniffle, my hands balling up into fists as I fight back tears for the second time today. "What...what is wrong with..." I whimper, tilting my head back in a last-ditch effort to prevent myself from crying. "Since when was I so...oh..." I squeak, realizing that I was now filled with a strange new blend of teenage hormones doing who knows what to my brain.

With my lip still quivering I begin to slowly walk out of the aisle, quickly snatching up a bulk pack of black panties. Following my path around I begin to close in on the Grocery section, pausing for just a moment as I grab a large pack of oversized black men's shirts.

"For around the house" I mutter, trying to make a decision about my clothing that wasn't driven by my trip to the Swap Clinic.

As I approach the small grocery section at the back of the store I brace myself to get hit by the mental shock of my cooking skills swap. However, I find it affecting me far less than earlier. It was as though I was either used to it now, or it had run out of impactful things to hit me with. Instead I simply find myself whispering to myself as I move between shelves, collecting up useful items that were either good value or too essential to leave behind.

"I need a good spice blend"

"Eggs are versatile...but...with some canned tomato and some chickpeas I can make a decent meal"

"Oat milk is fine for cooking, oh I'll need some rice for a good risotto"

"Oh I need some tea and coffee...and a kettle"

Before I know I'm on the other side of the miniature supermarket, the bin in my cart close to overflowing with various jars, cans, cartons, and other items of food. With a deep breath I begin to shuffle to the center of the store, heading up to the checkout with my eclectic assortment of items. There is no line as I approach, most likely thanks to the heavy storm that had been raging outside, and I am immediately called up to the counter.

Nervously I begin to unload my cart, the woman at the end quickly scanning and bagging up the items. The redheaded woman, in her early thirties, is hearing the exact same sort of uniform I had seen Angie wearing earlier. She smiles weakly at me as she watches me frantically try to keep up with the speed of her pack, fighting back a giggle as I struggle to get the more unwieldy items onto the conveyor belt.

As the last item is scanned she begins to place as many of the bags as she can in the bin, helping to consolidate the things as I had down during my shop. I push the cart through as I approach the woman, my eyes spying her name tag pinned to her chest.

"Hi...uh...Rachael" I squeak, smiling at her as I try to maintain eye contact.

"Your total is five hundred and twenty dollars" she declares a little dispassionately, obviously having grown fairly bored while on her shift.

My blood runs cold as I hear the total, realizing that I lacked that much money at the minute, at least until I could find a way to transfer my savings or until the start of the week. "I...um...I'm Angie's niece" I mutter nervously, unsure how much I could get away with considering this woman's disinterest.

Rachael pauses for a moment, eyeing me up and down before shrugging. "Sorry, four hundred and ninety-four" she says in the same flat tone.

I let out a sigh of relief, reaching into my tight jeans and fiddling heavily to pull my bank card free from being pinned between my soft plump thigh and the straining denim. I quickly set my new PIN, paying for the items as my heart sinks at the thought of how much I just spent.

As the receipt comes out Rachel drops it in the bin, passing me the bag containing the wool blanket and nudging the bin in my direction. "Have a good day Angie's niece" Rachael says with a knowing smirk, causing me to blush as I hastily try to juggle my many items.

I quickly begin to make my way towards the exit, my arms already beginning to grow sore from the weight of my shopping as I approach the doors. My arms wrap around the heavy metal canister, pinning to uncomfortably to my heaving breasts, squishing the malleable fat in a painful yet somehow pleasurable way.

Looking out through the massive glass doors my jaw drops, noticing what had once been spitting rain slowly building in intensity as the break in the storm slowly comes to an end.

"This isn't going to be a fun walk" I whine, stepping out into the rain one last time as I begin to race home.

Living the Dream - Part Six

These weren't my old marks from all those years ago, these were below average, well below. My eyes dart back and forth over the piece of paper, gliding over each and every word and grade in search of some sense of familiarity.

They were all passes, though for most they barely seemed to scrape by. Whoever I had gotten my education from had apparently taken English, Literature, Biology, Music, History, and only the most basic of Maths class. All of which hung comfortably in the low D's with only English and Music narrowly making a very low C grade.

My blood runs cold as I cast my mind back to my days in high school, from my advanced classes to my numerous different sciences. I could remember the classes themselves just fine, but as I narrow in I find myself stumbling.

"A cell has...uh...rough something?...Mitochondria?..." I squeak, my lip quivering as I pull myself to my feet. "No, those are the powerhouse of the cell. They don't....um...fuck what did the rough...rough things do?" I mutter, finding myself remembering that fact from a meme.

I slowly begin to pace around the coffee table, dropping the marks down onto the marred and scratched wooden surface. It felt like I was mentally tied down, my own mind being held back by some force to keep what I already knew out of my grasp.

"To be, or not to be that is the question" I begin to recite, my accent making me almost gleeful before I reach the second line. I had performed Hamlet in high school and had memorized the famous soliloquy for my audition. "To...outlive the arrows...No, that doesn't sound right" I murmur weakly, my stomach sinking and my heart pounding faster and faster.

"I...I can't believe this. I thought I was just giving up my college shit and reverting back to my high school graduate education, not taking someone else's" I grumble, the anger in my voice getting softened by my darling accent and sweet melodic voice.

"Am I...stupid now?" I ask the empty room, wracking my brain for an answer. I didn't feel less intelligent, though I suppose that would be a difficult thing to access. All I could say for sure was that I certainly wasn't well educated, the person I got this education from either being stupid or a slacker in their high school years.

As I walk around the apartment my eyes catch something in the door. Breaking from my train of thought I approach the aging heavy hardwood door, leaning in to inspect the small key-chain hanging from the lock.

"I suppose these are mine then" I mutter, my voice still seething at the thought of my new education.

Inspecting the door further I notice it covered in locks, from a small chain to heavy metal deadlocks. Looking at the thing makes me both feel secure, but also builds a growing dread over why I needed so many locks in the first place.

Turning back to face the apartment at large I grimace. Fuming in anger over my education wasn't going to help anything, but getting some supplies would definitely make this situation better.

Patting my pocket I confirm my debit card was in there. "What do I need?" I mutter under my breath, turning to start undoing some of the locks. "A bin for sure...Some food...Underwear...Oh, and sheets for sure" I exclaim, making a mental list.

I glance out the kitchen window, noticing the rain had turned to slight spitting since I last checked. "Well...nows my chance" I say nervously, unlocking the front door and tentatively opening it.

SLipping out into the dimly lit hallway I whip my head from side to side. I appeared to be in an apartment squished into the corner of the building, hence the compromised size. A stairwell leading both up and down stands directly in front of my new front door. To the left is a small chute for garbage, and to the right is a narrow off-white hallway, leading to well-spaced-out doors leading to most likely far best-sized apartments.

I quickly run back into the apartment, my assets jiggling wildly as I sprint over to the fridge. I hastily snatch the rancid milk from the door and run back to the chute outside, wincing as I feel the woolen material of my sweater rub against my sensitive nipples. In a swift motion I pull open the chute before hurling the carton inside, slamming it shut excitedly as I made my first improvement to the room.

Sighing heavily and grinning from ear to ear in satisfaction I turn to lock the door behind me, noting the number on the door. "Three dash one...easy enough to remember" I chirp, hoping that was actually the case.

I slide my keys into my other front pocket, murmuring in discomfort as I feel the small metal object dig into my soft plump thigh. I slowly begin to descend the stairs, taking my time as I try to get used to my smaller stride and swaying hips. I'm forced to clutch the railing with white knuckles out of fear of missing a step and tumbling down, though thanks to my extra care I manage to get down without any mistakes.

Each floor I pass looks much the same as my own, a dimly lit hallway filled with doors and not much else. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I find myself in a foyer, a carve-out of space in the front of the building leading to both the outside and two hallways with ground floor apartments in the back. Right in front of the stairs, embedded in the right-hand side wall, is a wall of mailboxes. Each little cubby hole is covered in a closed locked door with an apartment number printed on the outside.

As I walk past I scan the wall in search of my mailbox, eventually finding it a little above my head right next to the front door. I pat my pocket for a moment, feeling for a key and quickly finding another object on the keychain. I consider checking the box but push the thought to the side as I resolve to use this break in the torrential rain effectively.

The glass door leading outside feels a little stuck as I pull it, forcing me to use to hands to tug at the handle as it begrudgingly scrapes open. Looking out at the dark storm clouds I tug my beanie over my ears, the gap in the door immediately allowing me to feel the cold air outside rush in.

Hanging my head nervously I rush outside, my lip quivering as I begin my first outing as a busty young woman in a strange new place. I quickly walk to the edge of the sidewalk, looking left and right down the street in search of...something, anything really. I quickly confirm my suspicion that this area was largely a collection of apartments, the similar bland building of varying heights taking up much of this block. However, as I see the street sign I rush over to it as my heart skips a beat.

"Corner of...Smith and Hume..." I mutter under my breath, cocking my eyebrow as gears begin to move in my head. Turning around I look at the tram stop outside my apartment, rushing over to look at the map on the signpost. "This...This can't be right" I squeak, reading the neighboring streets on the map one after the other.

This was my home.

As I read the map I slowly begin to build a better image in my head of where I was. I was on the other side of the city than I was used to, but this was still definitely the city I had grown up in. While I was fairly unsure about this east side I was sure I could find what I needed.

Emboldened by the sense of familiarity I begin to follow the tram tracks towards the city center, my strut growing more confident than ever as I begin to plan out what to do. My warm wool clothes keep me fairly warm as I walk through the light-spitting rain, a grin appearing and disappearing on my lips as I wonder if it's noticeable that I'm not wearing any underwear. My confident strut rapidly returns to my meek stride as I remember what I looked like now, my nervous disposition causing me to try and diminish the sway of my hip and the bounce of my chest and ass.

Before long I find the first stop on my journey, Qwik-Stop, a local convenience store that was on practically every block corner in the city center. Heading inside I'm immediately hit with a gust of warm air, the small storefront being heated to toasty perfection.

I find myself relishing the change more than I expected, my shoulders slumping in relaxation as I enjoy the heat. "Was I really that cold" I whisper to myself, heading further inside as I look around for the front counter.

Reaching one of the aisles I freeze up, a deep throbbing headache building in my skull as I see the array of food on the shelves. I grit my teeth, clutching the side of my head as I deal with what feels like the worst brain freeze I've ever experienced. I quickly stagger into the aisle, not wanting to be seen having some sort of medical episode out in the store proper, as tears begin to fill my eyes.

Almost as soon as it had started I find it disappearing, the only sign of what had happened being my watering eyes and the subtle splotchy redness around them.

"What. The. Hell. Was..." I hiss, panting between each word as I try to calm myself down.

Tilting my head up I find myself looking at a can of sweet corn. "Overpriced for the size" I mutter to myself, my eyes going wide. I'd bought stuff like this all the time before, but I'd never made such a quick judgment about food like that nor did I ever care that much about the unit price.

Looking around the aisle I find it filled with more pantry staples, a dull throb forming in my temples as I find my train of thought is derailed by a cavalcade of snap judgments and mental notes.

"I'll need some of that seasoning, it's really useful for just general...stuff"

"That recommended recipe will be terrible, the canned beans won't handle the long cook time...Right?"

"That's far too much sugar for bread, maybe I should bake my own...How do I do that?"

"How much are they charging for flour?! That's outrageous...I think"

It was as though some empty space in my head was finally able to be filled. The bombardment of information from the items on the shelves triggering some sort of recognition and analysis from something deep inside me.

"The...The cooking hobby" I whimper, trying to avert my eyes to avoid more sudden intrusive thoughts. I could feel...it. Some force inside me guiding me as I read the items on the shelves, pushing me in the right direction.

Catching my breath I try to look at the ground as I walk back out into the store, the light jiggling of my breasts filling my vision as pace my way out of the terrifying aisle. Slowly looking up I see what I was looking for a little further into the store. By a large set of doors lead out onto the other street this corner store was attached to sits the checkout counter. I nervously approach the counter, wringing my hands as I avert my gaze from the man in his early twenties who manned the checkout.

"Um...excuse me...sir" I ask, my nerves making my accent sound downright adorable. Hearing just how I sounded I decided to lean into it "Um...I'm a little lost...I just moved here. Do you know where the nearest...I believe it's called Big-Mart is?" I ask, feigning ignorance in the name.

Looking up I realize I have the attendant wrapped around my little finger. He smiles back at me warmly, his hazel eyes darting quickly to my chest as he struggles to meet my own gaze. I feel a little sick as he stares at my assets, though something else revels in his gaze.

"Sure thing Miss, it's...Actually, let me draw you a map" the young man says, grabbing some paper from behind the counter and a pen as he begins to sketch out the grids of streets making up this part of the city. As I wait I find myself looking over the items around the checkout, my stomach rumbling as I see the candy, gum, and snack bars that were meant to be impulse buys.

As the attendant finishes his map he passes it across the counter to me. "There you are...um..." he pauses, expecting a response. "Mia" I say sweetly, reaching up to take the map as I continue to glance at the unhealthy food.

"That's a lovely name...I mean...uh..." the dark-haired young man says nervously, obviously flustered. "Uh...feel free to take one of you'd like, on me" he continues, trying to cover his stammering in an attempt at flirting.

"Thank you...Nick" I reply with a nervous giggle, reading his name tag as I take one of the small nut bars. With map and snack in hand I wave to the man and head out of the store, grinning widely as I realize how much power I had in this body.

Looking at the map as I walk back out into the spitting rain I see that Nick had labeled a number of locations around town: The Big-Mart, some cafes, two different supermarkets, a 'decent student bar', and some second-hand stores. He had also included his phone number in the corner, causing me to chuckle to myself.

"You are a charmer aren't you" I chuckle meekly, glancing down at my body. "Well...I guess the voice and the twins did most of the work there...but still...charmer" I mutter, orienting myself with the map and heading in the direction of the largest chain department store in town.

Living the Dream - Part Five

My heart hammers in my chest, a thin layer of sweat beginning to build on my soft sensitive skin as I burn with arousal and anticipation. My hands drift painfully slowly to my new additions, one running down my thighs towards my hidden pussy as the other inches towards my breasts.

Suddenly my hand makes contact with the heavy milky white orb on my chest. I crassly paw at the soft squishy flesh, gasping and moaning in response to the shocking sensations of pleasure erupting from my tactless squeezing.

"F...F...Fuck me..." I yelp, my eyes going wide at how strong the feelings wracking my body were.

My hips buck, my body shaking as I firmly and roughly manipulate the overly sensitive flesh on my chest. My slender fingers quickly seek out my small nipples, finding them hard and engorged thanks to my accidentally arousing exploration of the apartment. As my fingertips grasp the tiny nub my arms lock to my sides, my mouth falling open as a breathless squeak escapes my lips.

"I...mmmm..." I weakly moan, the words quickly fleeing my mind as it felt like my brain was melting.

My legs clamp together, crushing my other hand between my soft and supple thighs. For a brief fleeting moment I imagine having my head between those thighs, the thought quickly being replaced with the thought of having someone else between them as they tease my new body.

Shivering in delight I slowly manage to wriggle the hand caught between my thighs down, closer and closer to my desperate and aching pussy. I gasp loudly as I feel my fingers come into contact with something hot, impossibly hot. A mound, drenched in pussy juice, rests between my straining thighs with a set of puffy swollen lips begging to be played with and filled.

"That...my....my...." I stammer, my eyes rolling back into my skull and my glasses falling from my face as my fingers begin to prod the alien organ.

Before I can even think of how to best explore with my rapidly deteriorating mental faculties I feel my finger slide inside of me, my hungry pussy tightly gripping as pulsing around the invading digit. My weakly bucking hips begin to build in speed, forcing me to practically fuck my own hand. My tongue hangs out the side of my mouth, drool rolling down my face and onto the mattress beneath me as I roughly fuck myself. My groping grows more and more violent as I tightly squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples, the sharp pain seemingly heightening the arousal and sexual pleasure my body received.

I begin to eagerly fill my pussy more and more, adding fingers as I feel myself stretch to accommodate the added girth. Moans echo out in my tiny apartment, the lustful sounds likely being heard by neighbors which only makes the situation hotter as my public sex fetish begins to kick in.

I'm moments away from getting my whole hand into my convulsing pussy, the tight hole straining to fit just a few of my fingers at this point. However, I'm cut off as I feel a heavy wave crash against me and knocking any sense I had out of my overloaded brain. My body shakes, my legs convulsing as they stretch out before squeezing back together. My arms become pinned against my body, my back arching as my voice breaks in a long drawn out moan turned delighted squeal. My pussy clenches down around my fingers, holding them in and pulsing around them as if to try and draw something deep inside me.

I'm lost in the moment, drift in a sea of bliss. My mind is blank and my body lighter than air as I find myself coming down from my first orgasm.

Panting heavily I roll onto my side, shaking and shivering with my hands with buried in my young tight pussy and clutching my heavy delightful breasts.

"A....A..." I groan, searching my brain for the words but struggling to find them. "Amazing..." I squeak excitedly, my drool covered lips curving into a giddy smile.

I slowly begin to pull my fingers from my pussy, easing it out carefully in an effort to not arouse myself again.

"I mean...I could go another..." I weakly pant, considering testing my new ability to have multiple orgasms. "No...No I need to get...get..." I mutter, slowly coming to my sense as I hear the sound of dripping.

With a great deal of effort I tilt my head to look at the wall, my eyes going wide and my face beginning to blush as I see the blurry image of what was making the noise. A wet patch on the orange wall slowly dribbles down towards the cheap carpet, a trail of warm liquid running from the impact site over the duffel bag and right to where I had been masturbating.

I bite my lip in embarrassment, my gaze locked on my feminine ejaculat. "S...Squirter huh?" I nervously squeak in my charming English accent. "I...I can get not wanting it...but...wow"

With shaky breath I begin to sit up, anxiously looking around for something to clean up with. I grab the dull shape of my glasses from where they fell, quickly getting them into place over my beautiful eyes. As I sit on my firm pillowy ass I wince, noticing my pussy juice has drooled down to my ass cheeks and into my crack.

"I need a shower" I chuckle, bringing my hand coated in pussy juice to my mouth. Looking around I quickly begin to suck my fingers, cleaning them off with my mouth eagerly as I relish the lewd act more than I ever expected to when it came to eat my own sexual fluids.

As I glance around I pause, grinning a little. "Got it" I squeak, reaching out and grabbing the smoke-scented beanie and flipping it inside out.

I anxiously begin to clean the wall, wiping my lady jizz off the wall with the absorbent woolen hat. "Smoke and pussy" I laugh, looking at the hat. "I'm going to smell like one classy lass...I mean girl" I mutter.

Before long I manage to get the wall and come of the carpet clean. The wet spot of the mattress from where I was sitting seemed to have stop growing for the minute, but was well beyond the point of repair. With a huff I go to stand, my weakened legs shaking as I carefully get to my feet using the wall as support.

I almost walk straight out of the room, glistening with sweat and with drying pussy juice coating my thighs and ass, but I manage to catch myself. A weak smile spreads out as I look down at the clothes. "I should probably get dressed" I chuckle, knowing how thrilling it would be to just go back out to the living room naked.

Looking down at the clothes my eyes dart over the four garments; the maroon cable-knit sweater, black skinny jeans, the off-brand black and white vans, and the pussy beanie.

Chewing at my lip I try to decide the order to get dressed in, unsure about the clothes in general. "I suppose...top first" I say, leaning over to grab the sweater and supporting my rack with one arm.

I give the material a test tug, finding the material to have a little more given as the tight weave spreads out. I quickly take off my glasses, terrified about breaking my only pair, before pulling the sweater over my messy blonde hair. For a moment I'm in darkness before my head pops out through the tight turtle neck. I'm forced to struggle to get my arms through the narrow sleeves, the material clinging firmly to my slender downy arms. Finally the moment of truth arrives as I pull the sweater over my oversized chest. My tits tent out the cable-weave, causing it to separate out as it conforms to my curves. Uneasily I tug at the hem of the top, managing to pull it down to reach just a little over my generous hips even as my chest demands most of the material.

I hastily grab my glasses again, glancing down at myself only to be met with a shelf of maroon wool.

"Shit...I'm...I'm never going to be able to hide these" I whimper, wondering if I overdid it on my new assets.

In the hopes of getting things over sooner rather than later I lunge for the jeans, watching my chest jiggles with my sudden movements inside the strained sweater. The jeans feel far too small in my hands. However, as I give them a stretch I feel the material give far more than denim should.

"Denim and...elastic blend? Maybe?" I mutter, leaning my back against the wall as I tentatively begin to slide my legs into jeans. My slim calves pull into the dark jeans easily, but begin to meet resistance as they reach my plump juicy thighs. The material begins to stretch, clinging to me tightly as I'm forced to jump a little to force them up inch by inch. Before long the jeans look painted on, my thighs looking insane enticing in the denim. With all my diminished strength I manage to pull the waistband over my hip, gasping for air as I strain to get the button done up and the zipper closed. I can feel my pubes threatening to get caught in the metal of the zip, the thought of walking around without underwear sending delightful shivers up my spine.

Taking a few tentative steps I feel the jeans come to rest into place, the material pulling tightly over my ass as a slight wet spot appears where my pussy juices had dripped between my pussy and ass checks. I wince as I feel the jeans dig in a little, the jeans bunching up under my ass and emphasizing it for all the world to see.

Leaning down I grab the beanie and the shoes before shuffling out towards the living room and kitchen. My face rapidly contorts between grimaces of discomfort and smirks of joy as I feel the tight clothes rub against my sensitive new form.

Making my way to the old worn couch I drop onto the cushions, sinking deeply into the sofa thanks to the loosened and weakened springs and padding. I let out a yelp of surprise, grabbing the arm of the couch for support. As the sinking slows to a stop I breathe a sigh of relief, my eyes turning to the documents on the coffee table and the last of the clothes in my hands.

The sound of the rain outside has lessened now, the crackling of thunder growing more and more distant. I pull the smoke and pussy scented beanie over my head, finding it much to large for my small cute features. I shift it around a little, bunching it up and giving it a ruffled look.

"Yeah...classy smell...classy look" I mutter with a giggle.

I quickly reach down to my cute little feet, easily sliding the shoe on and tying them up. They seemed like an almost perfect fit, though a pair of socks would fix that right up. I bring my feet to the ground and shuffle my feet over the dirty round carpet. It finally hit me what this must look like, a cute blonde pom in a dank cheap apartment wearing grungy clothes.

"No one could tell" I chuckle, my grin growing wider. "Swap Clinic? Who are they?" I giggle, my laughter as sweet as honey.

As I slowly come down from my laughing fit I look over at the documents, more information on the new me. Reaching over I grab the first piece of paper, noticing the small bank card in the lower-left corner.

 

Dear Ms. Hughes, 

Thank you for your interest in opening an account with us. 

As per your instructions we have opened; 

Everyday Transaction Account  (Containing: $500)  0.1% p.a interest rate 

Savings Maximzer Account      (Containing: $2300) 2.2% p.a interest rate 

Your PIN will be set upon your first use of your new card, saving the number you use as your new PIN. If you lose your card please freeze it via the mobile app or call our helpline. 

Your login details are: 

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 

Best regards, 

City Bank

I immediately peel the plastic card off of the letter, cramming it into my small pocket.

"I'm not going to be able to fit anything in there am I?" I whisper to myself, realizing I was going to experience the joys of womens fashion now.

Next I grab for the second document, my new high school diploma and grades. I marvel at the diploma for a moment, finding it hard to come to terms with the fact I only graduated in 2020. However, the bigger shock comes when I see my marks, my eyes going wide as I read the transcript.

My brow furrows in confusion as I take it all in. These weren't my old marks from all those years ago, these were...

Living the Dream - Part Four

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.

Living the Dream - Part Three

A low distant rumbling slowly rouses me from my sleep. I stir slightly, my whole body feeling numb and my mouth bone dry. I just want to sleep a little longer, or a lot longer, as I embrace the sweet darkness over the mounting sensation of being awake.

Suddenly a loud thunder crack sounds out, the surprise of it causing my heart to race and killing any chance I had to simply fall back into the sweet sleep I desired. Coughing heavily I try to clear my throat, a burning desire for water hitting me like in some of the worst hangovers I had experienced.

My eyes flutter open, a blurry haze meeting me as I weakly scan the dim dark room. Tilting my head to the side I stare with half-open eyes at the nearby wall, the light orange mass illuminated only by a small window somewhere else in the room, as some strands of glistening hair tumble in front of my eyes. I slowly begin to blink, trying to clear up my vision to no effect before the events of the Swap Clinic begin to creep back into my mind.

"Oh...fuck" I groan, the tone of my voice sounding more like a high-pitched croak than anything else.

As more and more of my faculties return to me I can't help but wince as I feel a pressure on my chest. I was laying on something soft, but at the same time how I was laying on it was putting an uncomfortable weight and squeezing sensation on my chest.

Slowly I shift my arms up, using them to lift me from where I lay. As my forearms and hands press into the surface it finally hits me, this was a mattress...a bare mattress without any sheets. My blood runs cold as I begin to push myself up, even as I inch more and more off of the mattress I still feel some part of my chest resting against it. I grit my teeth as I carefully begin to sit up, a hiss escaping my lips as I'm hit with a sudden unwelcome weight hanging from my chest as I feel myself finally come free from the bed.

As I sit up my head whips around the room, finding it far smaller than any bedroom I had slept in since college. Through the haze that was my vision, I see the bare mattress resting in the dead center of the room with a small window sitting just above the head of the makeshift bed. Dark storm cloud blot out the sun beyond the window, heavy rain pounding at the glass to create a wall of soothing white noise. To the right sits a cheap dresser, the small piece of furniture barely squeezing into the right of the bed and blocking any access from that side.

Sitting back onto the mattress my eyes go wide, the cushion that was my new large and wide behind causing all manner of confusing signals in my head. My legs stretch out in front of me, the slim calves covered in a light downy fuzz ending in a petite set of feet quickly entering my peripheral vision.

"This...this can't..." I squeak, trailing off as I hear my voice and my new accent. "Oh...hello...me" I croak, my head slowly tilting down to inspect my body.

My eyes drift up my legs first, following along from the thin calves that make way for soft plush thighs. I can't help but notice that my supple thighs would be rubbing together if not for how I was sitting with my legs spread apart. Eagerly, and somewhat fearfully my eyes carry up towards my groin. However, my view is filled with something else as my chest begins to enter my vision. I let out a gasp as I see them, two large, firm, and heavy mounds tenting out the blue flannel material covering my chest.

"My...this is my shirt" I mutter, recognizing the button-up top which now appeared more like a dress than anything else.

Reaching up to my chest tentatively I poke at the heaving flesh with one of my slender fingers, my lip quivering as I feel the fatty sack give way to my touch while responding with some resistance.

"These are...pretty heavy" I mutter to myself, unused to having any sort of weight on my chest.

Without thinking about it I stop poking at my new additions and instead begin to grab at my chest. As my fingers sinking into and manipulate the squishy flesh I feel a shiver run down my spine, a heat slowly beginning to form in my groin causing me to squeeze my thigh together.

"What...oh...right" I whisper to myself in shock, remembering that I had made them more sensitive.

I quickly move my hands away from my chest, placing them on the mattress to help support myself. I quickly look away from my chest as I begin to see my nipples begin to poke through the course material of my top, the perky little nubs displaying my arousal to the world.

To distract myself from my new body I continue to look around the room. Behind me, on the completely opposite side and corner of the room as the cheap dresser, sits a closed door. The door seems to be painted a stark white, in contrast to the light orange of the bedroom. Laying next to the door, pressing up against the wall by the foot of the bed, is a small duffel bag with an envelope and what looks like some other small object resting atop it.

I carefully slide myself towards the bag, hissing as I feel my new generous ass and chest wobble disconcertingly with each movement. Reaching the bag I squint my eyes and lean in towards the envelope, my breasts hanging heavily from my chest as I'm forced to support them with my arm. Slowly but surely the strange object comes into focus, a relieved smile spreading across my lips.

"Finally" I sigh, shivering a little in delight at the sound of my dulcet voice and charming accent.

Reaching out with my free hand I snatch up the object, a large set of thin-framed glasses, and quickly bring them to rest on my nose as the world snaps into focus. It was like night and day, making it rather obvious why someone was wanting to get rid of this sort of vision.

I quickly snatch up the envelope, leaning back so I no longer feel the need to support my chest. Tearing into the envelope I finally see my new petite and slender hands with all new clarity, my heart racing as the sight of my new body becomes all too clear. Swallowing hard I push the thought out of my mind, at least for the moment, instead deciding to focus on the letter I pull from the thin envelope.

 

Dear Ms. Mia Hughes, 

We at the Swap Clinic would like to congratulate you on your recent swap/swaps. 

Your chosen account has been charged/credited: 

+/- $0 

We hope you are happy with the new you, and are always happy to make any further changes with you in the future. 

If your swap includes 'Life Category' traits, your new documentation will have been provided and should be accompanying this letter.

If you have any questions please don't hesitate to contact us. 

Best Wishes, 

The Swap Clinic

 

As I read the form letter I'm forced to constantly adjust my glasses. I had never worn any glasses in the past, and the constant shifting on my nose was more distracting than anything else.

Finishing the note I notice something on the back, a bit of red ink having leaked through from to the front. Spinning it around I'm met with a solid mix of floral cursive and rushed mess in terms of handwriting.

Hello Mia, 

I hope you're not feeling too awful after the procedure. The amount of swaps that took place can take their toll on you physically and mentally, so take it slow for a while. 

 I made sure that all your new documentation was placed in the duffel bag. Your old savings have been added to a bank account under your new name, and the trust will pay into that account on the first of each month. 

I also managed to rustle up some clothes that you might find to your liking. It is only one set, and they don't really match, but hopefully they'll do until you can go shopping. 

Also, one of the 'partners' to a swap left a Nintendo behind because they "Wouldn't need it" so I snuck it into your bag as well ;) 

Have fun, 

Dr. Helen Jones

As I read the note my lip begins to quiver, overcome by emotion at the thoughtfulness of Dr. Jones in going above and beyond. I find myself sniffling as I fight back tears, the sudden emotional display shocking me as I'm forced to fight to try and keep my emotions in check.

"Come...come on..." I mutter, tilting my head back as I feel tears well up. "What the hell Mia...I mean...Woah" I chide, snapping myself from crying as I fixate on my name.

I knew it wasn't right, or at least hadn't been before I woke up like this, it had just slipped up. I could remember my normal name, growing up with it and responding to it all my life, but now it felt...strange and distant. Mia on the other hand, even though I had only been called it three times so far, felt normal and natural.

Not wanting to dive too far down the mental rabbit hole I shuffle closer and closer to the edge of the mattress, falling off with a yelp as my plump ass presses into the light brown carpet. Reaching out I quickly unzip the bag, dragging it a little closer and into my lap so I can better see inside.

Inside I find a layer of manila folders, covering and hiding a pile of clothes and a small shock case. Opening the folders I'm met with a plethora of documents including a new Birth Certificate, Bank Details, Tax Forms, and even a new High School Transcript and Medical History.

My jaw drops as I see the files, all of them official and all of them apparently mine. My eyes dart over the Birth Certificate, finding a missing set of parents and my new birthday being 16/09/2002. I swallow hard at the sight of my new birth date, finding it hard to believe that I'd be turning nineteen again in a matter of months.

I go to continue reading, but my mounting desire for water pulls me away. Deciding to try to multitask I grab out a few of the new papers and stumble to my feet. As I stand up as I stagger, wobbling in place as I struggle with my new height and center of gravity. Thinking quickly I place my hand against the wall, leaning against it as I meekly take my first steps as Mia. With my first tentative footfall I freeze up, feeling my hips crackle as they pop in a feminine sway.

My hand snaps down to my hips, my breath catching in my throat as I feel just how wide they were. Dr. Jones had not been kidding about being pear-shaped, my hand easily gliding over my wide hips and confirming their potential as handholds. Reaching back behind me and under the loose hanging material of my flannel shirt I prod at my new ass, gasping in shock at how massive it feels in comparison to the rest of my body. Most likely due to keeping in proportion with my hips the large pert rear feels tight, yielding to the touch, and bigger than I had expected. As I continue to poke, prod, and squeeze the firm jiggly mass I feel myself growing warm, the heat from before quickly returning as my breath grows ragged.

"Fuck...no...Okay Mia...No...No touching" I whisper to myself, waddling towards the door as I try to push my arousal back down until I had a handle on where and who I was now.

Creaking open the door slowly I sheepishly begin to shuffle out of the bedroom, shivering as I feel my feet press against the frigid hardwood floor beyond the bedroom. The door opens up into a long but compact living space, a long room that packed both the living room and kitchen together into a single tight area. To the right is the kitchen, a single countertop featuring all the amenities one would expect from sink to stove and oven. The stove and oven appear dated, with small dents and signs of wear openly displaying their heavy use. At the far end of this small kitchen space a single-window illuminates the whole room, providing little light thanks to the ongoing storm outside. A small fridge stands at the end of the room, blocking the window partly as everything in this room appears to fight for space.

To the left is a living space that starts far narrower than the kitchen but grows slightly wider as it approaches what I can only assume is the front door. A cheap round dirty rug in desperate need of a vacuum sits underneath a small sofa and coffee table. The sofa, much like a lot of things in the apartment, appears to have suffered a lot of wear and tear as does the coffee table. As I shuffle further into the living room, feeling the firm weight on my chest and behind bounce softly with each step, I can't help but wonder if the furniture had been reclaimed from the curb.

Dropping the papers I had gathered from my bag on the coffee table I look around the living room, finding another door leading into the space the living area lost towards where it connects to the kitchen. Creeping closer I open the door, finding a positively tiny white tiled bathroom. A bath and shower combination sits at the back of the cramped room, the basin being so small that even my newly diminished body may struggle to relax in there. Immediately to the right sits a fairly simple toilet, the bowl needing a bit of a clean but otherwise nothing too serious.

As I turn to the left I lunge forwards, placing both my hands on either side of the eggshell white sink and hastily turning on the tap. I cram my head into the sink, lapping at the stream of cold water as I try to re-hydrate and soothe my croaking voice. In my eagerness I find myself coughing and spluttering as water goes down the wrong way, however that doesn't stop me from drinking until I'd had my fill.

With a deep breath I pull myself up, cold water dripping down my chin and running down my perky breasts as I stand up once more. I freeze as my gaze returns to eye level, my heart skipping a beat as I spy the short blonde girl staring back at me in the mirror. A messy feathered mop of butterscotch hair, growing darker as it approaches the roots, hangs about my head as the fringe hangs heavily over to the right side of my face thanks to my recent dive into the sink.

My gaze slowly drifts down, pausing again as I spy the freckles I had accepted. I had expected freckles like the receptionist, a light smattering dotting my nose and cheeks, however in reality I appeared to have far more than I had intended. The freckles spread across my face like an invasion force, clustering around my nose and cheeks but spreading to lightly cover my forehead as well.

With a light sigh I continue down, a grin growing on my soft pink lips as I see my new eyes. My left eye appears much like my old ones, a deep blue/gray, while the other contrasts the deep vivid color with pale green. Both appear larger than they truly are, magnified by the large lenses bound in thin wire frames resting atop my nose. I can't help but smile as I grow lost in my own eyes, how they turned out easily making up for the abundance of unwanted freckles.

My face appeared...eerie. It was almost as if some of my old features were still present like I was some younger sister I had never had. My ears were rather large, my nose small and ever so slightly upturned, a soft set of pink lips, a fair pale complexion, a thicker set of eyebrows than I had been expecting that looked far closer to my mothers, and my features having extremely softened creating a flawed but undeniably adorable appearance.

My heart hammers in my chest as I stumble back, casting my eyes up and down my shrunken form. In a frenzy I begin to tug at my shirt, partly unbuttoning it and partly wriggling free from the extremely large attire before throwing it into the bathtub.

"Cute..." I mutter absentmindedly, chewing at my bottom lip as I stare at my new body in the mirror. "I've never been...cute"

The freckles from my face continue their conquering march over my shoulder, giving more distinction and definition to my otherwise soft narrow shoulder. My pale arms appear somewhat plush along the upper arm, tapering out in the forearm to become fairly slender and thin. A fuzzy light downy coat of hairs having replaced the dark coarse hair I was used to.

Along with my shoulders, my freckles light dust down my collar bone and onto my chest acting as a guide for my eyes towards the large perky mounds which had finally be freed from the shirt. Dr. Jones had been right about the thrill of having breasts, my hands shaking inches from the heavy yet almost gravity-defying mass as I restrain myself from playing with them...yet. They were perfectly shaped, certainly more than a handful, milky white, with a few visible blue veins appearing through my pale skin, and ending in a set of small pink areolas and nipples. Even looking at them I can feel my heart race, my groin heating up and begging me to give in. However, I manage to shake it off as I continue to take in my new form.

My eyes move further down, reaching my stomach and tapered waist. My tummy was relatively flat, especially when compared against the flair of the hips beneath it and the heft of the chest above it. However, it did appear to have a bit of pudge to it and was not perfectly trim.

I gasp as I finally reach my hips, my vision locked on the heavily flared protruding bones.

"I have an hourglass...bloody hell" I mutter, turning a little to check myself out from the side as I take in my new curves.

These things were downright childbearing hips, large handholds for a partner to hold onto that I'd always found attractive in the past. Now though, they were disconcerting as I feel them force me to sway and shift my gait to accommodate the womanly shape my body had taken.

"I hope I don't regret this" I bemoan, my charming voice easing my own worry.

Turning my body to the side I smirk as I finally get a look at my cushiony read. It was perfectly tight and smooth, forming a perfect upside-down heart and holding that shape even as I wriggle about to get a better view. I had been right before, it was large than I had anticipated, the heavy cheeks having been made to be in proportion to my massive hips. Without much thought I give my backside a firm smack, a moan quickly escaping my lips as I'm wracked with a sudden pulse of pleasure along with the sight of my backside jiggling and shaking for a few lingering seconds.

"Idiot" I pant under my breath, realizing I was only riling myself up further as I explored and played with my newly sensitive parts.

Turning back I stand further back, trying to get a view of my new pussy. Above it rests a curly mass of coarse dark blonde hair, a similar dark tone as the butterscotch hair atop my head. The area was nestled safely between a pair of soft and slightly chubby thighs, the supple flesh pressing together as I stand in front of the mirror. While I didn't remember it being a part of the option the plump thighs seemed to tie my appearance together, providing a thick pillar of support for my wide hips and large firm ass. A few stretch marks appear on my thighs, another blemish that grounds this body in reality. I try to spread my legs to get a better view of my new pussy, but due to being unused to my new self I nearly fall flat on my ass and decide against any further exploring.

"Later...I can...later" I pant, catching my breath and leaning against the wall after the shock of nearly falling over in the hard tiled room. With a deep breath I take one last look at the adorable girl in the mirror, winking either of my eyes with a giggle as I enjoy staring into the different colors, before resolving to get back to exploring more than just this body.