Thrifting (TG)

 

I had recently come out to my closest friends, and one day, my friend Ann decided to take me out thrifting for fem clothes. I was so excited. It was going to be a girl's day out, so our mutual male friend wasn't invited (don't worry we didn't uninvite him he just had to work).  We went to a number of thrift stores around the city, looking for cool clothes, and other stuff among the shelves. I was a little nervous of course. Who wouldn't be, actively browsing feminine clothes in public for the first time. Ann encouraged me, and I settled on trying on a cute white dress. She encouraged me further, seeing I was blushing from embarrassment. We went through the rest of the clothing racks together, joking around, making fun of some of the graphic tees, and thinking up of cute or silly outfits from all the mismatched, secondhand clothes. Eventually, Ann and I had gone through all the racks and we both headed to the changing rooms. This thrift store was big enough to have changing rooms, which was neat. I undressed down to my underwear and stared into the mirror. I hated how I looked, and my body. Standing there in my underwear I wanted to cry. But I also knew that keeping Ann waiting wouldn't be good either. So, I grabbed the dress and held it in front of me. I already knew it wouldn't fit, but tried anyways. Yep. I knew full and well it wouldn't fit. And seeing it sit so ill fittingly and uncomfortably on me, just made me feel worse. I quickly took it off, tears at the corner of my eyes. 

I shed one tear, and as I streaked down my face, I suddenly felt like everything would turn out better. I set the dress down again and looked into the mirror. At the time I wasn't sure why, but I quickly realized what was happening. My hair covered skin was turning smooth and creamy, even scars and blemishes disappearing away. I had read about such things in stories, but was this really true? Or was I somehow dreaming? I heard a loud crack as I shrunk down from 6'3 to 4'11. Yep, this was real, I could feel my posture shifting slightly, as if my spine was preparing for something. I looked in the mirror and smiled as I saw my black hair turn a bright, vibrant pink colour, and lengthening out, styling into a cute bob. I ran a hand through my new hair. I looked back in the mirror, my squarish, masculine face becoming softer and thinner. My brows thinned out, becoming trimmed, lashes growing out as my brown eyes became larger and pink irises. My nose shrunk down and became a cute button as my lips plumped slightly. My neck slimmed, adams apple slithering away into nothing, giving me a now cute and feminine sounding voice, as compared to my deep, masculine one. My broad shoulders narrowed, as each arm slimmed down, losing muscle and fat simultaneously. Both my large hands shrunk down in size, fingers slim, and nails done perfectly, not so close cut as I usually kept them. They even coated themselves in some polish, something I rarely wore out in public due to being so nervous and afraid. But now I could wear it proudly. My waist narrowed down, and my stomach, which had some pounds on it, began to disperse. A little bit of fat moved to my chest, making me grow small and modest breasts. The rest however, moved downwards, forcing my hips to jut out and ass to grow. I covered my mouth and moaned as my ass jiggled to life, not used to such big weights behind me at all times. I wanted to touch and smack my new ass, but figured a public changing room wasn't the best place to do so. My new tummy was flat however, the last of my excess fat rushing into my thighs which plumped nicely, but not too big. My legs and feet all slimmed down, especially my feet. I could feel my cock and balls quake. I had never felt bottom dysphoria but honestly I didn't really mind to see it go in the end. It was pleasurable, as my cock and balls receded into a feminine slit, my indoor plumbing turning into tubes and eggs. My boxers reformed into a simple pair of black panties, half tearing off to form a matching bra. 

    Looking into the mirror again, I looked so... well like I wanted to. I smiled and for once appreciated the reflection that was looking back at me. I wanted to cry tears of joy. I held the dress up and smiled. I couldn't wait to put on the dress, sliding it on and feeling totally in bliss. I slid on my shoes, which had turned into a matching pair of flats and skipped out of the changing booth. Ann commented on how cute I looked, and after paying for our clothes, we went out to hang out some more, now with both of us in our desired body.