A Transformed Life: Navigating Love and Identity as a Woman

The Change: Chapter 2

Later that same day

Kylee and I were on our way to the mall to do a little shopping as only two sisters can. I couldn’t decide if I was looking forward to it or not. As a guy I had never been one to do a lot of shopping. It was usually go in get what I need and leave. I didn’t like to spend time looking at the various things that they had because they weren’t something I either wanted or needed. I did notice, however, on the way that I was seeing things a little differently than normal. I had made this trip more times in my life than I care to count with a mother and an older sister but this time I was noticing, for the first time, some of the things along the way. I spotted four tanning parlors, six nail salons, and two flower shops. Don’t ask me why I just now noticed any of these things, I have no idea. It could have been that I was riding instead of driving, but I think it has more to do with the female part of my brain beginning to wake up and these things are noticed by a lot of females.
As we parked the car and walked into the mall I noticed a guy from school coming out. Holy shit! He knows my sister and knows that she is the only sister we going to play this off if he says anything. Maybe I could pass for a cousin that I had never mentioned before. I’m not sure. I just had to hope that he keeps walking and doesn’t say anything. We passed him and, thankfully, he never said a word. Maybe it was because he was on the phone and didn’t notice us or maybe we just got lucky. I’d like to think that he didn’t notice us.
All the way into the mall, since we parked a good distance from the door. My sister kept telling me how the first thing we needed to do was hit the shoe store and get me some nice shoes. Something with a heel she said. Was she trying to kill me? I’d never worn anything with a heel in my life. My work boots didn’t count. I suggested we start with tennis shoes and she told me that we were going to get those as well. We entered the mall at the food court and immediately I noticed a group of guys sitting around a table obviously checking out all the girls that we walking by. I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye as we passed and noticed that they were all staring at our asses. Strangely, it felt kind of good to know that I could generate that kind of interest in a person since I didn’t seem to be able to as a guy.
Our first stop was the Victoria Secret shop. “You are going to need some underwear and bras if you plan on going out as a woman very often,” Kylee told me as she smiled. “I can’t loan you my things all the time. I will let you keep your stuff in my room though.”
“Why,” I asked. I saw no reason why I wouldn’t keep my things in my room. I always had and couldn’t figure out why I should stop now.
“Would you want one of Michael’s buddies finding lacy girls undies in your room?”
“Good point!” I giggled. I giggled! I had never giggled before in my life. Chuckled maybe, but never giggled.
It was nearly noon already and all of a sudden I remembered that I had plans to go out with my best friend Chase later that night. He said he knew of a titty bar that I could get in at eighteen, just that I wouldn’t be able to drink. I wanted to call him and tell him that I didn’t need to go see tits on some random stranger for a fee because I could see them anytime I wanted for free, but I didn’t think that would be such a good idea because then I would have to explain and I don’t think either one of us was ready for that. I knew I wasn’t. So shopping continued.
Kylee took me to the bra section first and asked my opinion on just about everything in the place. She chose several and told me to grab a few as well. Since I knew that my tits were a little bigger than hers I chose a 34C and a 36C just to try them on and followed her to the fitting room. I got ready to walk into the room beside hers when she grabbed my hand. I froze.
“Come on Michelle,” pulling me into the fitting room with her. “I need someone to tell me how I look in these. Besides, I know you are going to need a little help too.” She winked at me. I had no idea why. She closed the door behind us and wasted no time in pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it on the bench. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra before shrugging it off to be left standing before me totally topless.
“First time seeing tits,” she chided me playfully.
“First time seeing yours,” I said. For some reason the urge hit me to reach out and pinch her nipple, and not being able to stop myself, I did. I drew back quickly once I realized what I had done, expecting her to slap me.
“Ouch! That hurt. Next time don’t pinch so hard. They’re sensitive.” She reached out and gave my left tit a little pinch. She was right, it did hurt, but at the same time I felt a little jolt of electricity run straight down to my pussy. Wow. That was a totally new feeling. She saw me close my eyes and shudder and asked me, “Did you like that?”
I was a little afraid to come right out and say so but the flush on my cheeks gave me away. “You horny little slut. You did like that. You liked it when I pinched your nipple.” She reached out and did it again. And, again, a shiver ran through me that I couldn’t hide. I was aware of the fact that I still had my shirt on and she was standing in front of me topless. At that moment I thought it appropriate that I assume the same style as her and pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the bench with hers. I reached behind my back and tried to unhook the bra but had no luck. She sensed my frustration and told me to turn around. She quickly unhooked the monstrosity and pushed it down my shoulders. As her hands neared my breasts she slowly moved to cup one in each hand.
Whispering seductively in my ear she said, “Damn, your nipples are hard as diamonds and big too.” She squeezed my tits ever so slightly and I moaned involuntarily. I couldn’t help myself. These feeling were all new to me and felt awesome. I could get used to this. She rolled my nipples between her fingers and I could feel her breath on my neck and her glorious tits pressed up against my back. She lightly brushed her fingers across the tops of each nipple and I felt that familiar tingle between my legs again. I leaned forward ever so slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice, to increase the pressure she was exerting on my womanly globes.
I was not prepared for what she did next. As good as it felt just to have her breathing on my neck; I got weak in the knees when she began to kiss the side of my neck. If I wasn’t so turned on by all of this I probably would have thought that it was wrong and we should stop but I didn’t. It felt too good and there was nothing that could have happened, short of

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