Mall

This is part two of a transformation story about a man that sees a fortune teller. He is given one wish and uses it to turn himself into a girl. A dream that he never realized he ever wanted. He tries to adjust to his new life and all the things that come along with being a woman. Please read the two prior stories before you read this one.

Sorry for the delay in getting the story out. Life has gotten busy. I am more coming up and just want to make sure I do what I think is right for the character and her journey. Sorry if the grammar is a little rough. If anyone is interested in helping me edit my next up and coming segment, please DM me.

I hope that you all enjoy.

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Shopping adventure

We arrive at the large shopping mall that is close by. My heart is pounding, and I have never been this excited to shop before. The thoughts in my head are racing and jumbled. This is the first time that I am going out as a girl and I do not know what to expect. A little tinge of fear rests in my stomach but it is dwarfed by the feeling of going out with my friend to find things for my new life. All I can think about is the new experiences that I get to have. All the new sensations and the feeling of being a new me.

I get out of the car and grab the small purse that Beth let me borrow with my phone, cards, and wallet in it. We walk towards the entrance of the mall and Beth looks over at me smiling.

"What?" I respond as our elbows are interlocked together as we have the same pace. She is quick to respond.

"Nothing important. Just that you are walking like a proper girl now and I didn't have to tell you a thing."

With a little bit of confusion, I ask. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well first off you're not all hunched over like a big ape. You are standing tall and proud showing off those great tits. The shape of your new hips is also causing you to step more into your body like you are walking on a line and not trudging through the mud like a troll. It is the small things, but they make a big difference."

I break out into a giggle as she makes fun of the way that I use to walk. It makes me smile and I bump into her shoulder with mine while our elbows are still locked together.

I do not say anything for a little while and just walk through the door. The flowing and swishing of my skirt makes my movements more prevalent. Now I cannot help but notice it. I feel more graceful and confident now as I am walking. Is it the clothes that I have on or is it the new body?

We slowly make our way past all the different shops in the mall. My eyes wonder and take everything in like I am a kid in a candy store. Colors now seem more vibrant. Shapes and designs are more pronounced. As we walk by all the mannequins in the windows, I am looking over what they are wearing, judging whether I like it. I am taking my time and Beth is just walking alongside me. We stop at multiple windows and discuss the clothes that we see. She talks about the different designs and helps to educate me on what they all are.

As we are walking, I catch a glimpse of other guys looking at us. I just smile at them and keep on my way. This happens a few more times before I lean closer to Beth and ask her. "Is it always like this? Do you always get this many people checking you out?"

Beth begins to laugh. "Yeah at times. I think they are looking at you more than me." Beth giggles.

Here I go again being the ignorant and naive one. "Okay. Please explain."

Beth gives one of my breasts a flip as it bounces around in my shirt, then she laughs. "Cause you're not wearing a bra."

I laugh along with her as my arms quickly wrap around my bountiful chest. My cheeks are bright red in embarrassment. "Oh."

"We better get you some new underwear before we do anything else." Beth begins to pull me through the mall till we get to Victoria's Secret.

This shop has always fascinated me. I have been here a time or two with girlfriends that I have had in the past. Most of the time I just wandered around and looked at all the things that I thought were sexy. Now everything takes on a whole new purpose as Beth instructs me on all the different styles of panties and bras. There are thongs, boy shorts, hipsters, briefs, bikini, tanga, G-string, push-up, balconette, plunge, strapless, full cup, demi cup, t-shirt, underwire, padded, non-padded. I felt like my head was swimming with all this new information and styles. I try my best to keep track of the names of the styles that I like.

Soon a cute Redhead girl walks up to us as we are looking at bras and she is wearing a name tag that says "Valerie". This is totally the type of girl that I would have found attractive when I was a man, but now I really don't notice or even care. Yeah, she is attractive with her freckles and bluish gray eyes, but now she is just another person.

"Can I help you with anything?" Valerie asks in a friendly and bubbly voice.

Beth is quick to respond. "Yes, my friend needs to be sized for the right bra and might as well measure her waist as well."

I stand there, not really knowing what to do or say. Valerie flashes me a quick smile. "Oh yeah of course."

Valerie produces a Vinyl measuring tape out of her back pocket. She begins to wrap it around my torso without hesitation. She adjusts it so it sits right above the bust of my breasts, pulling it snug as her knuckles are pressing against my boob. She does not seem to mind about the personal contact, and she seems totally normal about all of this. I try my best to remain composed during the new experience. This moment is something that would have excited me as a man, but now it just feels... Normal. My hearts not racing. My palms are cool and void of any clamminess. The smell of her perfume is pleasant and flowery. My thoughts instead turn to wondering what scent of perfume she is wearing.

"32." Valerie says, breaking me from my train of thought. "Now for your bust."

She moves lower, measuring the peak of my breast with the tape.

"36. So, you are going to want a size 32D."

Valerie moves the tape down to my waist right around my navel. "Here we are 26 and then." She moves it down to my hips as the tape runs over my bum. "36. So, you are going to be about a size 4, or a small in most cases."

Beth jumps in and smiles at Valerie. "Thank you so much. I should be able to help her from here."

"It is no problem. I will be around if you need anything else or if there is a style you are looking for; I can try to find it in the back. If you want to try on anything, we can take you to a dressing room as well."

"Thank you." I manage to respond. Valerie then steps away as Beth and I begin to pour over all the different underwear in the store.

Beth and I walk through the store picking out all the different styles of bras and panties for me to try on. We end up walking back to the dressing room with our arms full of underwear. Valerie sees us and helps us into a room. We spend the next 30 minutes trying on all the different garments. I try on 6 different sets of panties before I find a few styles that I like.

"I really don't like the brief style of panties. The thong styles are so much more comfortable. I don't know what all the big fuss is about." I say as I look at my butt in the mirror wearing a pair of pink bikini thong panties. "The brief style just feels so weird on my ass cheeks. I feel like they are just going to wad up in my crack anyway."

"I agree." Beth adds. "Boy shorts are nice as well if you want something that covers a little more cheek and they don't show panty lines."

"What do you mean show panty lines?" I add, clearly not understanding the term.

"Panty lines are the lines that are seen on your butt if you are wearing a pair of tight pants or skirt. It is really tacky, and you better not be one of those girls." Beth smiles at be but is also very serious.

"Oh. Now I get it." I say sliding off the panties and trying on a new pair with a matching bra. "I just feel more, I don't know, sexy when I wear the kind that are meant to be between your cheeks."

"Sometimes it is not about sexy." Beth adds. "Sometimes you just need a big pair of undies to relax around the house in. You can't always be naked."

"Why not? I always used to hang around my place naked. It is so freeing."

"Because you are a girl now. There are some real pervs out there that will do anything to catch a glimpse of your hot tight ass." Beth explains as she gives my left ass cheek a slap.

My mouth drops open. "Hey!" I then reach over and slap her ass as she bends over to pick up a pair of garments that are on the floor.

We spend the rest of our time in the changing room laughing and giggling like a couple of schoolgirls while we pick out the underwear that we want. I get a bunch of different bras and panties and get a couple new ones for Beth. I find a bra that fits and keep it on as we leave the changing room, taking off the tag so I can pay for it before we leave. Valerie ends up checking us out and we depart from the store.

We continue with our walk around the mall stopping in at all the stores that Beth liked to shop at. As we walk, and as I get used to the fact that I am wearing a bra now, I notice that my boobs are not swaying or bouncing around like they were before. I don't say anything to Beth, but I am so thankful that she is here to help me through all the new and foreign things that you must do as a woman. This would all be so daunting if I were to do all by myself. I would be scared out of my mind and not know what to do, but with her it is so much fun and enjoyable. Looking at clothes, dresses, shoes, skirts, tops and make up is exciting. I have never felt this way before about shopping. It is like a whole new world has been opened to me and I want to stay here forever.

Two more hours go by as I spend so much money on clothes and make up. Our arms eventually get so full of bags that we must go back to my car and drop our stuff off. As we are walking back inside the mall, my stomach begins to growl.

"Oh wow. I just realized how hungry I am. I don't think I have eaten a single thing all day."

"They have a really good salad place here in the mall. We should go get one." Beth suggests.

"A salad." I respond with a tone of disgust.

"Yeah... A salad." She says mocking me and the way I said it. "You need to start eating like a girl now or you're going to get fat. I am sure you do not want that. You are going to have to learn what to do to take care of your body."

"I haven't thought about that yet. I am really liking my new body and I kind of want to keep it this way." The realization of how hard it is to be a girl lingers into my mind. "But watching my weight has never been one of my strong suits."

Beth holds my arm supportively. "I know, but I am here to help you. It will be tough, but all the work is worth it. Having a healthy body gives you more energy and makes you look great. Trust me."

"If there is anyone that I would trust more on that topic, it's you. You always looked fantastic." I compliment Beth.

"Oh, thank you. On second thought. I might want to let you get fat, that way I can be the hot one."

"I am not the hot one. You are." I respond quickly, still not all that confident in my new body.

Our steps proceed into the mall and to the food court as we see a group of four guys sitting down on a bench. Beth looks at them. "Fine. We will just ask them."

I pull back in protest. "No please no. I don't think I am ready for this."

"Oh, come on. It doesn't hurt." Beth proceeds to pull me towards the group of guys. "Besides, a couple of them are cute."

I give in and let Beth guide me to the group of guys. She comes to a stop in front of them as most of them had been watching us as we walked over. "Excuse me. Maybe you can settle a little disagreement that my friend and I seem to have gotten into."

A couple of them respond. "Okay. What is it?"

"Which one of us is hotter?" Beth is not shy at all to ask, but my face turns bright red in embarrassment.

A couple of them go speechless not really knowing what to say. One of them is not shy at all and looks between the two of us like a younger confident Brad Pitt. "Oh man. That is a tough one. You are both hot, but right now I am going to have to say... her." He points a finger at me.

I smile at the complement and all my fears seem to go away. I look at the other guys in the group and both keep looking at the two of us. Two of them look shy, but you can tell they are having a hard time looking away. My heart begins to race and fill me with excitement as I know exactly what they are thinking.

Beth looks at me. "See I told you."

My fear and nervousness are gone. "What about the rest of you? Don't you think she is way hotter than me?" I try to coax a response from them. Two of them really don't know what to say, but the last one finally speaks up.

"Yeah of course she is hot." He says.

I look to Beth. "He thinks you're hotter."

"No. That is not what he said. He said I was hot, not that I was hotter." Beth looks to the one that just spoke. "Right?"

He starts to blush like I was not too long ago. The other guys just laugh at him. The Brad Pitt guy speaks up for him while looking at me. "He was just trying to be nice because you are both hot, but I know his type and you are definitely the one he thinks is hotter."

The guy that was blushing punches the other one in the arm. "Dude."

"What it's true." The guy that got punched responds.

Beth jumps in before it gets too awkward. "Thanks guys. I think we have our answer." We then begin to walk away as Beth has a huge smile on her face.

We get a few feet away before she gloats. "See. I told you. You are way hotter than me."

We both look at each other and laugh as we make our way to the salad place.

As we walk, I am just beaming with joy. The idea of how those guys thought I was hot, fills me as a tingling sensation spreads through my body. I think of how cute one of those guys were and I can feel some excitement growing in my body. I can feel the temperature in my body begin to slowly rise and all I can think about is being in his arms. I wonder what it would be like to feel his hands on my skin and to kiss his lips. I am completely oblivious to everything else that is going on around me as my mind is locked onto the thought of being intimate with this guy I just saw.

"Hello. Earth to Emery..."

I come to my senses and realize that we are standing in line of a place called 'Good Greens'. Beth is looking at me with a confused look on her face.

"What? sorry."

Beth grins. "What do you want to eat?"

"I will have whatever you are having." I say, hoping that whatever just happened just goes away.

Beth orders us a couple salads with vinaigrette dressing. We get our food and sit down to eat. I begin to eat my food as Beth is sitting down across from me with a grin on her face.

"You were thinking about that guy, weren't you?"

I practically choke on some of the dressing on my salad as I am caught off guard. I swallow what is in my mouth.

"How did you know?"

Beth smiles at me. "I know the look when I see it. You liked him and he was cute. I am so glad you like guys now instead of girls. I was beginning to wonder if you were still attracted to women."

The realization finally hits me. "Yeah you are right. I really thought he was... I don't know. Sexy. It is the strangest thing. I just couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Thinking about what? About being with him?" Beth asks curiously as she moves some of the food around on her plate.

"Yeah. I don't know what came over me."

"Oh Em. That is only the beginning. Just wait till you get to be in bed with a guy. I just hope you don't turn into a slut." Beth says with a straight face.

My mouth drops open in offense.

"It's okay." Beth assures me. "I like to sleep around as much as the next girl. Just don't make it easy for them or they will think they can get it whenever they want. And be smart about it. You took Sex Ed. You don't want to get some funky disease, or God forbid, pregnant."

I nod trying to take in everything that Beth is teaching me. A bit of fear sets in as I think about how there is so much to be a girl that I never thought of before. This is going to take a while to get used to. I really hope that I made the right choice in becoming a woman.

First night as a woman

With a few more hours of shopping for clothes and makeup done, we get into my car full of our purchases. I drive Beth back to her place and drop her off at her apartment. I drive back to my place exhausted from the day's events. It takes me a few trips to bring in all the bags of stuff that I had gotten from the mall. I take them into my room and leave them in a big pile at the foot of my bed. I collapse face first into my bed. My dark brown mane resting all around my head. My bra filled chest presses into the bed as my feet hang on the edge starting at my knees. My sandals slowly slide off my feet one at a time hitting the carpet below.

My mind recalls all the events of the day starting with my reveal to Beth of the new me. Then to all the things that I have learned. I do my best to keep them locked into my head and remember all the new things that come with being a girl. All the make-up tips, hair care, and personal care needs run through my warn out brain. I push my head up out of the bed as my hair falls all around my face. I try to blow the locks of hair out of my face, but it is of no use due to how heavy and thick my hair is.

I get out of bed and wipe the hair out of my face as I head to the kitchen for a much-needed drink. I walk into the kitchen with my soft bear feet treading on the cold tile of the kitchen floor. I look through my liquor cabinet trying to figure out what I want to drink. All the hard liquor that I look at don't sound good. I normally am a whiskey and bourbon kind of person, but right now those just sound nasty. I see a hidden bottle of red wine in the back. Suddenly eyes perk up and I get excited. I pull the bottle of wine out and pop the cork on it. It takes a little more effort, but I can get it open. I grab a glass on my way back to my room with my open bottle of wine.

I pour myself a glass of wine, take a sip and then begin to sort through all of my new stuff. I start pulling all my old clothes out of the closet and put them in a pile in the corner of the room. The smell and taste of the wine that I am sipping on while I do it is wonderful, as the flowery fruit wine fills my senses. As I pour over my clothes, begin to organize them in a neat fashion and put some of the items that need washing in a separate pile. I take my clothes and put some of the dresses on that I purchased to get another look at how good I look in them. The wine slowly starts to creep into my head as tingles fill my body. I put the clothes in the closet and hang them on hangers now finding myself walking around my room in my bra and panties. As the wine starts to take over my body, my bra begins to feel uncomfortable. I reach behind my back to undo the clasps, but I am struggling to undo the hooks. I slide the straps off my shoulders, slide my arms out of them and turn the bra around to undo the hooks from the front. I toss the bra on the floor and keep going through my newly purchased items wearing nothing but the thong that I borrowed from Beth.

I get halfway through the sorting of all my clothes before I am too buzzed to continue as I am just finishing my second glass of wine. I see my naked self in the full-length mirror. It is still strange to see myself in this body. It is perfect and everything that I would have wanted in a girlfriend when I was a man. My perky full breast. My toned body and perfectly proportionate hips and rear. My long-toned legs and flat stomach. Everything is perfect and I am so glad my wish came true.