Autumn Wind Pt. 02

"Sorry. I needed space. And I gotta change. Fucking skirt."

Samantha smiled and replied. "Sure thing. Just worried for you. Take your time and let me know if I need to lay off k?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I'm good. Promise." Then a second later, "How's your sucker? Try to take it out yet?"

Samantha frowned and reached for the lollipop.

Chapter 24: The MALL Part 3

Autumn kept her head down and her eyes forward as she walked aimlessly through the crowded floor. Ten, nine, eight... The calming mantra played on repeat in her mind as she wandered the mall. What was so different now than when she was at Samantha's place? Why was she having such a difficult time adjusting now when she was doing so well with...

Holly! The AI had been silent since she and Samantha had left the car. Maybe she couldn't operate at this distance? Autumn looked around and took quick stock of her location— she'd found her way back to the food court again, the smell of Cinnabon seemingly floating in the air, beckoning her like Penelope to her Pepe le Pew. No time right now.

"Holly?" she thought, though she heard no response. Looking around to make sure she wasn't drawing much attention, she sat down on a bench, thick legs closed tightly, and closed her eyes. "Holly, I need you. Please!"

Buzz! Autumn gasped in surprised when the bag on her shoulder started vibrating against her hip. In an awkward, hurried movement Autumn pulled out her phone, half expecting a text message from Samantha. Maybe she finally figured out her change... But no. A text message from an unknown number was on her screen. Frowning, she entered in Ethan's passcode, making a mental reminder to add her face to the phone's security system later, and read the message. Two words.

"You rang?"

Autumn knew instantly that it was Holly messaging her. "Holly! Thank God!"

"Indeed. First, allow me to apologize for this primordial form of communication. I simply cannot function well this far from a power source. Second, what's up?"

Taking a deep breath, Autumn launched into a detailed description of what had taken place inside Victoria's Secret with Samantha and her panic attack. She felt bad for leaving her friend who, though they'd only been with each other for a day, had been there for her through so much and who had been so supportive. But she needed space to deal with the changes she was experiencing.

"That's going to be normal, from what I can tell." Came Holly's reply. "Autumn, you have over twenty years of experience as Ethan, without any of your feminine part's experiences. Consider all of the muscle memory in your mind associated with Ethan's life that you're dealing with. All of the ties and relationships formed by your neural pathways. It's going to take a while for you to overcome those— assuming you feel they're something to overcome instead of things that are truly a part of you. You may be wholly female, but there's a big part of you that was male/experienced life as a male for a long time, and I think you may come to regret overwriting those experiences and memories if you decide to go down that route."

Autumn frowned. "I don't want to forget, but I feel unbalanced. Like Ethan has this giant influence on how I, Autumn, now experience this life. I'm a twenty three-year-old woman, Holly. Even if I don't like wearing skirts, I shouldn't be having a panic attack because I'm baring my knees and shoulders in public. And I don't know what to do."

The difficult part of this conversation was that Holly didn't take very long to respond and Autumn had very little time to register her feelings. "And that's okay, Autumn. Not 'okay' in it's acceptable, but 'okay' as in it's to be expected. You don't have twenty-three years of experience as a woman to lean on. You don't even have twenty three hours' worth. Maybe just around two to three hours' of conscience experience. Now, do you want my advice? Or did you just need to vent?"

With no hesitation Autumn wrote, "Advice please!!"

"Embrace it." Immediately came the first message. The second came moments after. "You won't overcome this in a day, but with how aggressively your more-feminine side has come/is coming out, you'll get through this night just fine. Especially with tomorrow's change you let Samantha put on you tonight— that's gonna be fun— I think you're going to be fine. I advise you to find something that's going to put you into a good mood, then go to Zumiez or Hot Topic and find an outfit you can wear out that's more your style. Website listings says the mall's having a sale on leather jackets, and I know that's exactly your type of shit. Find some heeled boots, some tight trousers to show off your sexy ass— won't be a problem for you, (thank Samantha's rule for that!)— then pick out a t-shirt with your favorite classic rock band on it. You'll feel more like yourself, more confident, and way more sexy."

Autumn smiled. Dark clothing and a leather jacket sounded like just the thing to fix her night. After Cinnabon, of course.

"Thank you, Holly. I'm going to do just that."

"You're most welcome. Plus, a word of advice? Consult with me before you let Samantha place a new rule on you if you can. I know some of the things she's thinking of doing, and you're going to love them— just not in public."

Cringing, Autumn replied in affirmation and thanks before putting her phone away. Taking in a deep breath and reevaluating where she was in the mall, Autumn came up with a plan. She stood up and walked over to get in the short line in front of the cinnamoney, sugary goodness that awaited her.

———

What the fuck, Autumn? Samantha tried to pull the lollipop out of her mouth again and instead found herself brushing her hair behind her ear and studying the pink bra in her hands for the fifth time before she realized she'd forgotten to remove the sucker from her mouth.

Samantha realized what had happened for the fifth stupid time and swore. Loudly. Loud enough to attract attention. She smiled an apology to the mother and the little kid before grabbing her bag and taking it to check out. Love her or not, I'm buying her that pink bra and she's going to fucking wear it.

She'd spent the last fifteen minutes browsing through the store and picking out options for Autumn that ranged from hot to downright slutty, and all the time trying to remember that thing she'd just forgotten. The thing she'd just forgotten consistently being that she'd just been unable to remove the lollipop from her mouth. Every time she'd remembered and gone to remove the blasted sweet she'd inevitably found herself doing something different.

"That's $174.59." The girl in front of her said, drawing her out of her thought spiral.

"Uh, I'm sorry? Did I put something in here I didn't mean to?" She started picking through the lingerie on the counter.

"Well..." the employee turned her POS screen toward Samantha and broke down the costs of everything. It turned out the pink bra Samantha was determined to buy for Autumn actually cost $60. She scowled and made the decision.

"Thank you." Samantha forced on a smile as she handed over her card. You're going to wear that bra and you're going to hate every second of it.

———

"Six Cinnasweeties and a Classic Roll, please." Autumn forced a smile on her face as she ordered. Holly had suggested she "Embrace it", so she was going to try to. Smile at a few people, laugh and do whatever else it takes to take her mind off of her current wardrobe and recent panic attack.

"You got it." The guy brushed a bang out of his eyes and took her card. Somehow her smile seemed to be less forced when he handed Autumn back her card with her receipt, but she brushed the thought away like the stray hair she tucked behind her ear. She looked down and away from the young cashier's gaze and stood to the side, swallowing the drool pooling in her mouth as the smell enveloped her senses. This body was going to take some getting used to. How did anybody have this big of a sweet tooth? How was that even possible?

A few minutes later her number was called out and Autumn stepped up only to be surprised by the face of the cashier from earlier.

"Uh, I figured I'd hand these to you myself." He said. The boy was probably not any older than seventeen, but for some reason Autumn felt something stirring in her tummy. Something she hadn't felt for a long time.

She took the bag from the cashier's waiting arms and walked away without saying a word, suddenly intent on studying her shoes.

Chapter 25: The MALL Part 4

Heaven. Autumn had never tasted anything so good in her life. It was as if the very essence of cinnamon and the soul of sugar had been melded together by the creamiest of cream and the fluffiest of dough into a single orgasmic experience for her mouth. It certainly helped that she was starving. She remembered how hungry she'd been for breakfast that morning and made a mental note to eat more if she and Samantha were going to keep playing these modification games.

Disposing of her rubbish in a bin, Autumn paused to look around and catch her bearings. There wasn't much anything of interest to her up here on the second level so she approached the glass railing nearby and looked down to the floor below. A Hot Topic sat nearby Spencer's Gifts and a light flush lit her cheeks as she imagined how its inventory now applied to her. She decided on Hot Topic and made her way down.

The store looked like every other Hot Topic in existence. Graphic tees lined a display in one window with Funko POP! figures in the other. 2000s punk music played on the speakers inside and Autumn caught a few raised eyebrows at her pink, girly appearance that seemed so out of place. She fought furiously against the flush that came to her face at the extra attention. I've got to get over this.

"Can I help you? I'm Amy." asked a girl a little younger than she was. The approaching employee wore a tight purple t-shirt with a band logo on it that showed off her smaller chest. Her black hair hung partly down her back and halfway down one shoulder, framing a young face wearing dark— though not offputting— makeup. Bluejeans with tears along the thighs sat on her thin legs and blue Converse sneakers ended the ensemble. In short, Amy looked perfectly suited to work in this store.

Autumn smiled. "Yeah, actually. I'm not sure where to find my size here. I'm, well..." she motioned at her outfit, "I'm not used to shopping here anymore."

"Oh, for sure." The girl smiled back, not unkindly. "You looking for dresses? Skirts like that?"

"No. God, no. I want to walk out of here wearing black skinny jeans, Vans and a dark top. Something like yours, maybe..." Autumn was caught up for a moment imagining herself wearing a tight, formfitting shirt like Amy's that helped emphasize her, er— expanded breasts. The thought turned her on a bit and she had to bite down the feeling.

"Oh, sweet!" Amy clapped her hands together excitedly. "For sure, let's do this. Where do you want to start? Shirt or pants?"

"Top." Autumn smiled, heat in her cheeks as the thought about trying on some sexy options. She remembered during their game of War when she'd told Samantha she'd like to show off her body, if not so much her skin. That's probably where this was all coming from.

"Sounds good. You want some help? Unless you mind, of course." Amy held up her hands apologetically, "I don't want to presume. I just enjoy helping people find outfits that suit them is all."

"Honestly if you picked out everything and just left me in the dressing room to try on options that'd be a dream, Amy." The girl beamed at her. I like her. Autumn thought.

"Right this way then..." Her voice trailed off in a question.

"Autumn. I'm Autumn."

Samantha stopped in front of a candy store and eyed the dozens of lollipops in the window. Something was seriously wrong. What did that girl do to me?

Autumn's lollipop had been entirely gone for some time and now she was sucking on what was left of the stick, and she couldn't stop. It was nearly gone and she was itching with anxiety over it, her mouth watering in anticipation of... What?!

The store was placed between one of the few restrooms in the mall and a crowded Starbucks. She stepped into the store and fingered through a selection of candies. While Samantha didn't know what exactly Autumn had done to her, she knew a few of the rules. When she'd tried to take the sucker out of her mouth she hadn't been able to, and ever since it started shrinking in the first place there had been a seeming emptiness about her. Regardless of whatever else might be going on, Samantha knew one thing for certain: she needed something in her mouth.

"Can I help you?" a grandmotherly looking woman asked her.

Samantha tried to respond, but there was too much drool. She covered her mouth with her hand and swallowed.

Fuck.

She swallowed what was left of the lollipop stick. Her mouth was empty. Her mouth was empty!

"Are you okay, miss?"

"Yeah. Can I buy this?" She grabbed desperately at the nearest lollipop— a perfect red sphere with a creamy, white swirl running on the outside.

"Of course. Why don't you hop in line?" The woman smiled and motioned toward the two people lined up in front of the counter before walking away.

Samantha swallowed hard. You can do this. It's just a few steps. Maybe a minute.

Slow, intentional steps brought her to the back of the line as she tried to maintain focus on what she wanted. What I want is to stuff something in my— No! She wasn't allowed to think that way. If she did, she'd end up sticking the candy, plastic and all, in her mouth right here in front of everybody. She swallowed again, clearing the saliva away. She needed something, and soon.

The first person in line finished their purchase and left. Only one more. Then she could satisfy the need. The overpowering need to have something in her mouth. To have something fill her. To be filled. It felt all too similar to another need to be filled...

I'm going to kill you, Autumn. Samantha wasn't really turned on by what was happening, but she couldn't deny the feeling was similar. If she'd been this horny last night she would have ripped Ethan's pants off and climbed on top of him to satisfy her needs with his cock.

Cock...

Images of dicks sprung in her head uncontrollably. The feeling of being down on her knees, head pulled back by her hair and trying not to gag as she took her man in her mouth began to overwhelm her and she felt a growing warmth in her tummy. The feeling of a cock in her mouth, its unique ridges and bumps gliding past her lips as she bobbed up and down on it like the good little girl her man needed her to be. The feel of his testicles in her hand as she played with him and the hidden warmth as her finger moved further and further back until he moaned and she felt his balls twitch and...

"Come over here, miss. I can help you at the next register."

Samantha opened her eyes. She was sweating and her pulse was racing. Gooseflesh rose on her neck as she dragged herself away from the fantasy and forced herself to finish the transaction. Then I can be filled up... she giggled to herself.

"That'll be $4.29." The grandmother slowly worked the register, but Samantha couldn't wait anymore.

Dropping a $5 on the counter, she said, "Keep the change." Or at least she tried to before a thick line of drool started down her chin. She wiped it away with her bare wrist and took off through the open doors, desperately working the plastic off the sucker. Somehow she knew she needed to find somewhere private, as well, so she stepped into the restroom and found a stall just as she was able to get the plastic off. She thrust the candy into her mouth and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

It was the most satisfying thing she'd ever experienced. Trying to stifle her moans, she sat down on the toilet. If she hadn't her knees would have buckled beneath her. A pulsing rhythm of pleasure emanated from her mouth down her throat. She imagined the lollipop being replaced with a thick, hard dick and felt the stirring in her belly again. Gripping her thighs in an effort to keep her hands away from her desperate pussy, she leaned back against the cool tile wall. It was disgusting, she was sure, but it helped.

It was minutes before she was able to stand again, and when she sat up she found twin lines of saliva from either side of her mouth that had dripped down her neck.

Gross. she thought, wiping it away. After leaving the stall she checked herself over in the mirror to make sure she looked okay. Assured that her makeup was still in place, Thank you, Holly!, she turned to leave. It was time to check in on Autumn, and hopefully see how she'd been dealing with her own changes...

Chapter 26: The MALL Part 5

Amy escorted Autumn through the busy store toward the dressing rooms in the back. She pointed out options along the way.

"I'm guessing you want something a little less soft girl and something more e-girl or vsco?"

"Uh... yeah. Sure. Let's do that. Do you really have the time to help me? It seems pretty intense in here." Autumn offered a quick apology to the woman she bumped into as she followed the other girl further toward the back.

"For sure. It's my job. Especially on busy nights like this. I've got three sisters and I love dressing them up, and my manager lets me help out any new people we get. Now," they came to a hall that went further into the back of the store before angling to the left for privacy, "take your pick of rooms. I'll go grab a couple options for ya. What are your measurements?"

Crap. What were her measurements? "Uh, oh! Sorry. One second." Her phone had buzzed in her bag. "That might be my friend."

It was. Holly had come to the rescue, yet again. Autumn quickly memorized the numbers and offered them to Amy. "28 bust, 24.5 waist, 39 hips." Amy repeated them back to her. "So probably small and size 1 or 2?" She shook her head and said, "Don't worry. I'll find something you'll love." before excitedly dipping back out into the crowded store, leaving Autumn alone.

"How come you couldn't tell me my bra size earlier, huh?" Autumn texted back to Holly as she headed into the changing room furthest from the entrance. Somebody had left a mini skirt and a pair of cutoff shorts in here, but Autumn brushed them aside with her bag before sitting down to take her shoes off.

"Because Samantha wanted you to have the full experience, and I thought it would be healthy for you."

"It had nothing to do with my embarrassment or my super-sensitive tits?"

"Maybe. You'll never know."

Autumn groaned in pleasure when she got her shoes off her feet and was able to rub at them. They'd felt so natural to walk in, but she supposed that whether she was able to move around in them had little to do with whether her feet would be sore afterward. Again, she was taken aback at how little control she had over the sounds she made. She tried rubbing again, but without making any noise, and found she could do it if she focused hard enough. Not that that would help her in the heat of the moment, but at least she knew she could stop herself from sensually moaning in public if she tried.

While waiting for Amy, Autumn decided she might as well get undressed. It took a bit of finagling— along with a few feminine grunts— to get her dress off over her head. After hanging it up on a hook on the door, she turned around and found herself entranced by the reflection in the mirror.

She wasn't likely to lose interest in staring at herself anytime soon. Almost unconsciously, she stepped closer to the full-length reflection and ran her hands over her hips. They amazed her with they way they could move now— like a pendulum. When she stepped in a way that brought one foot in front of the other she knew she would've drooled as a guy at that inviting sway.