Autumn Wind Pt. 02

As a guy... She shivered and crossed her arms over her soft chest, her bra poking her ribs as the fatty tissue squished against her. Yesterday she'd been a guy. And now she'd just taken off a dress and was standing in her bra and panties and admiring her curves while waiting to try on clothes at the mall.

Autumn's train of thought derailed as she caught her reflection smiling. Despite the weirdness, the life-altering changes, and how quickly it had all happened, she was happy.

KNOCK KNOCK! Autumn jumped. "Hey," came Amy's voice from the other side of the door, "I've got some options for you. Crack the door open a smidge?"

Autumn positioned herself behind the door and twisted the handle, opening the door a few inches. From outside came a tiny hand grasping half a dozen hangers which Autumn quickly moved forward to grab. As she did the door swung open a little more and she saw as Amy handed off one bundle of clothes before moving to push the second bundle through the doorway— and saw her. Autumn didn't think that Amy knew she saw her catch a glimpse of her in her underwear, since her eyes bugged out and she quickly looked away. But Amy had definitely noticed bare skin and then looked straight at her boobs before looking away.

Autumn turned and put her back to the door to move out of line of sight of the opening. "Thanks." She said, balancing a bundle of clothes and hangers on either hand. "Could you push the door closed?"

"Huh?" Amy asked. "Oh, right. Sure."

Autumn felt the door behind her swing back half an inch before closing shut. In the mirror's reflection, she would have sworn she felt eyes on her again. But now the mirror just showed her— all 5'3", curvy woman that she was— holding a ton of clothing. She smiled.

Quickly organizing the clothes into piles on the small bench in the changing room she noticed running themes: dark, tight, and not too revealing.

She felt a flutter in her tummy as she held up a pair of jeans that looked impossibly small. They looked different than the jeans she used to wear. For one, there was no crotch— she supposed she wouldn't need that now. Second, they were much wider in the hip and had more fabric on the backside. She supposed she'd need that now.

The black denim stretched over Autumn's legs and up her thighs and she was surprised at how well the jeans seemed to fit her. They were tight as she worked them up her legs, but not uncomfortable. She only had to fight them a little at the end, unintentionally groaning again as she had to stand up straight and jump around a little to get them over her firm, round ass. The movement caused her tits to bounce around on her chest and Autumn found herself mesmerized for a second by her reflection in the mirror.

But it wasn't necessarily her breasts' attempt to escape the confines of her bra that had her staring. It was how sexy she felt trying on clothes. No, not sexy.

Horny.

As she looked herself over in the mirror, spinning around halfway to check out how her ass looked in the jeans, she found herself breathing heavily. This isn't normal, right? Her hands ran up and down her body, seemingly of their own accord, before stopping over her breasts. Two hard, perky nipples poked out from behind her bra and she almost bit her lip when they tingled under her hands.

Really, it wasn't the most turned on she'd ever been. Not by a long shot— not even in the past twenty four hours as a girl. But it was distinct and noticeable. Is this why girls buy so many clothes?

She shook her head. It didn't matter. There were more clothes to try on. She walked over to the tops that Amy had brought over and grabbed the first one off the top. It was a dark gray longsleeve decorated with black designs of skulls and roses down the arms that looked like sleeves. Autumn held it up to the light and caught her reflection's eye in the mirror. This is gonna look sexy.

The good thing about having short hair was that she didn't have to worry about messing it up too much. A few purple bangs got pulled down over her face as she brought the top down over her head. Unbidden shivers of excitement sparked from her core as she got the shirt on. The sparks traveled low into her groin and she let out a high-pitched gasp as a pang of pleasure stirred inside her. There was a throbbing down there as she looked herself over in the mirror.

The shirt fit tightly on her small frame, hugging at her thin shoulders and stretching down past her wrists. Autumn found herself biting her lip as she turned left and right, watching the gray material move along her torso. Though it was looser most places, it was taught over her breasts. Black and white were good colors to hide shadows, but gray only emphasized her breasts and drew attention to them. The shirt had a high collar and didn't show any skin— in fact, her outfit covered nearly every inch of her body— but for some reason Autumn felt fucking sexy in it. She moved around in front of the mirror, shifting her hips from side to side and running her hands through her hair. She felt herself getting wet at the idea of trying on more clothes, of looking sexy and... even showing more skin.

The whole experience was unlike anything Autumn had ever felt. Ever. This can't be a normal experience... She stared into her own dilated eyes, at the small beads of sweat on her brow, listened to her own heavy breathing and watched as her chest rose and fell and a thought came to mind as yet another annoyingly loud moan worked past her lips.

Samantha. She'd done something to her. Another one of those bullshit rules... Was it just the clothes? Was it her body that she was getting turned on by?

No. Autumn shook her head and forced her hands down to her sides and thought. She'd been feeling turned on by the same thing ever since she'd agreed to let Samantha put that new rule on her. It wasn't the clothes themselves that were the source of the throbbing in her pussy. It was the idea of wearing them. Of trying on new things and looking fucking sexy in them.

She couldn't be 100% certain, but Autumn was nearly sure that Samantha had made a rule that she'd get turned on whenever she tried on clothes. Or was it just the clothes? The idea of trying them on? She'd felt turned on earlier when Samantha had suggested an outfit in VS...

"Argh!" She tried to clear her mind from the foggy haze of arousal, but it wasn't going away. And it felt soooooo goooooooooooooood...

She was biting her lip again and rubbing at the tight denim between her thighs before she realized what she was doing. Her eyes drifted back over to the other clothes on the bench and a mischievous grin spread over her features. So what if this was Samantha's fault?

Her gaze landed on a black leather skirt that she doubted would even cover her ass. She smiled.

Autumn reached for the skirt and held it up to her waist as she looked in the mirror. She moved back and forth, imagining the leather swaying. Teasing.

She struggled getting her pants off fast enough, nearly tripping. They got tossed aside from the other clothes in what she was considering the beginnings of her "wear out of the store" pile.

The reflection in the mirror caught her eye again and she swallowed hard. Pinpricks of goosebumps rose along her arms and legs and she forced herself to look back into the bunches of clothes Amy had brought. She settled on a tight, dark-red v-neck and quickly removed the longsleeve she was wearing. She was going to buy it, but it wasn't going to wear it out.

Soon after, the v-neck was over her head and hugging tight to her body. Autumn bent over and placed one leg then the other into the skirt, then pulled it up. Small as she was, the skirt was still tight and she had trouble getting it around her wide hips. She might have pouted, but the sight of the sexy girl in the mirror trying to pull on a skirt that was more revealing than a pair of panties was too hot to do anything but make her bite her lip.

"Ngh... Come... On!" She redoubled her efforts and got the skirt up over her hips where it sat, almost uncomfortably tight. Autumn let out a pent-up breath and looked herself up and down, doing a little twirl that made the fire in her chest burn hotter.

The girl in the mirror looked very girl-next-door, but with a slutty, punk side. The former coming from the comfortable, casual top and the latter from the streak of pink in her pixie cut and the tiny leather skirt.

On a whim she turned around and bent over, looked back, then gasped. Her round ass peeked out from under the thick material, and between her legs she could see the outline of a thin little slit. Her slit. Her vagina.

Panic quickly began to outpace the heightened arousal she felt at the thought. Autumn's eyes widened as her chest tightened and her nostrils flared. Her breathing picked up, faster and faster. Gray started filtering in the edges of her vision and she before she knew she was unconsciously backing away her back met the cold plastic of the door behind her. Something shifted inside and he knew he was having a panic attack.

The girl in the mirror no longer looked sexy. She wasn't proud of her body and happy in her skin— she was naked. Nearly, but enough. Not nude. Naked. Bare. In an instant she'd been stripped of her confidence and no longer saw her legs for their muscle or her outfit for the way it complimented her. Now she was just some exhibitionist slut showing off too much leg and offering a view of her asshole to anyone adventurous enough to take a peak. A wave of nausea spread over her at the thought.

Autumn quickly began wrestling with the skirt, her sweat-slick palms struggling to find the grip to pull it down. Her hips were simply too wide and it kept catching on them.

"Fucking... come off!" The yelp was louder than intended. Claustrophobia weighed down on her like a blanket as tears started to fall down her face. Her hand slipped and her knuckles bloodied on the wall, but the pain was nothing more than a far-away ache. The skirt was stuck on the widest part of her hips and was digging painfully into her skin, but she could not get it off.

Autumn cried out at the knock at the door.

"Miss?" someone's voice called. "Is everything okay?"

Autumn tried to collect herself. "Yeah." Her voice was weak and raspy. She sniffed and coughed. "Yeah. Everything's fine."

"Okay..." the voice was unsure. "It sounded like there was a struggle and there was a bang."

A bang? She looked down at her hand and saw a thin stream of blood running from her two larger knuckles down the side. They began to sting.

"No," Autumn's voice sounded more sure this time and she was able to get out of her head for a moment. "Just, uh..." what was she supposed to say? "Just a problem with some clothes is all. Everything's fine."

There was a pause. Then, "Okay. Sorry to bother you."

"You're fine. Thanks!" Autumn said, then turned back to the mirror. The girl in the mirror no longer looked confidently sexy or embarrassingly naked. With tears down her face, puffy eyes, and bloody knuckles, she just looked like a mess.

She looked from her reflection down to the pile of clothes on the bench and felt an unsolicited flair of arousal hit her, but she quelled it down. She was going to get out of this skirt. She was going to get dressed. And she was going to leave wearing clothes that she— not the arousal— chose.

Unclenching the fists at her sides, she took a deep breath and then let it out all the way. Her thumbs locked in under the waist of the skirt, careful not to scratch any skin. As she exhaled she pulled her belly in tight and began inching the skirt down. Moving in sections around her waist, the leather began to move. Bright red indentations began revealing themselves on her skin and she fought down a smile. She was making progress.

Within a few long moments she was able to work the skirt down. Once it was past her widest part it fell down to the floor. Simple as that.

It had only been a few short minutes, but Autumn felt the weight of it as if she'd been wearing that skirt for hours. The deep-set, inescapable shame she'd felt reflected within her in a way that made her want to take a shower. Why should she feel shame? This was her body, wasn't it? It was her. It was Autumn. Natural and perfect in her own right. She should be able to feel sexy and comfortable without feeling exposed. "Exposed", she felt like she lost control. The same way there's a difference between "nude" and "naked", there was a difference for her between "bare" and "flirty" or "open". There were enough feelings running through her head to fill a dictionary.

Autumn ignored the arousal she felt around the clothes and instead focused on getting dressed and leaving. She reached down, careful to avoid staring at her reflection, and grabbed the dark jeans off the floor. They took a little work to shimmy up Autumn's hips, but she never felt concerned that she'd be trapped in them like the skirt, especially with the give the semi-stretchy material had.

The v-neck was up halfway over her head when another knock on the door surprised her and caused her to cry out.

"Oh my Gosh, sorry!" Came Amy's sincere voice. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Autumn breathed and lowered the shirt down. It still showed her arms and chest more than she'd like at the moment, but it'd do for a brief conversation. "You're fine. One second." She made sure her shirt was situated before opening the door. Amy stood a couple feet back, her eyes looking everywhere but through the opening. Despite herself, Autumn smiled.

"I just found some boots I thought you'd like is all. And a jacket. I thought it might match some of the stuff I found earlier."

She looked so nervous that Autumn felt bad. "Oh, Amy. Thank you! That was so kind and thoughtful of you!" It surprised her how sincerely she meant it.

The effect was immediate. Amy's previously cheerful disposition seemed to return and she looked up from the floor. "Really?" She shook her head. "I mean, yeah! No problem." Her eyes flickered to Autumn's chest, but then back up as Autumn crossed her arms. "I guessed your shoe size, but we've got a lot of different boots in this size if these don't fit."

Autumn forced herself to uncross her arms to take the items from the eager girl. "Thanks." She paused, unsure of what else to say.

"I'm gonna go, then. I'll meet you by the register?" Amy smiled.

The grin helped set Autumn at ease. "Sounds good. Thanks."

"Any time." The other girl turned and left.

Autumn let the door close and looked over the boots and the jacket. Both jet black leather, the jacket had a matte finish while the boots shined. They had a thick two-inch heel on them and would come up to her upper calf. They were perfect.

"Can you tip someone at a store like this?" Autumn thought out loud as she hung the jacket up on a peg on the wall and bent to pull first one of the boots on, then the other.

They fit like gloves. The dark leather hugged her legs and stopped just past the dense knot of calf muscle. A two-inch heel felt like nothing to her after walking around in three-inch heels for the last forty-five minutes, and she made yet another mental note to thank Holly for giving her the muscle-memory to be able to feel comfortable in them.

She turned her attention back to the girl in the mirror. Her eyes were dilated, and Autumn felt a flare of annoyance at the arousal that came around from seeing how good she looked in those boots. Turning a bit to get a better look at her ass, she had to admit the arousal probably wasn't just from whatever Samantha had done to her. She looked sexy.

Not at all like how she'd looked in the skirt, however. What she saw in the mirror felt more like her. The curves were hers, and they did all she needed to announce her confident femininity to the world without showing off any skin. A blush rose to her cheeks as she admitted to herself that she hoped she'd feel more comfortable baring skin in the future. That skirt was sexy as fuck though...

"Stop that!" she hissed to herself, pulling her hands away from where they'd been running down her belly to the heat below...

The v-neck still showed a lot more skin than she really wanted to tonight, however. Tight triceps flexed as she purposefully held her hands at her sides before reaching down to look though the pile of clothing for a better top. Then she noticed the jacket again.

Its leather felt nice and cool against her fingers. The inside was a smooth, warm-feeling material that made Autumn feel like she'd be able to wear it between now and mid-spring. It didn't feel constricting at all as she ran her arm through the sleeve. The collar ran at an angle along the side of her neck that complimented her haircut, and she was delighted to find it had all sorts of tiny pockets hidden inside. Plenty of places to hide more SD cards! she thought excitedly.

She finished putting it on and looked at herself in the mirror again. She looked hot. The front of the jacket was plain, not adorned with different straps and metal clasps. The collar flared out from just under her breasts, and the bottom hem flared outward behind her, subtly matching the shape of the curve of her lower back. And when she zipped it up it hugged her in a way that said "safe".

It was perfect.

"Wait..." she said, gripping the zipper again and pulling it halfway down, letting the maroon v-neck put some cleavage on display.

Smiling, Autumn said, "Now it's perfect."

Within a few minutes she had her old clothes bundled up and the other ones she wanted to purchase in a separate pile from the ones that were too... not her. The skirt sat tauntingly on top of that last pile, and although she knew it wouldn't fit her arousal made her pause and consider putting it in the 'to buy' pile.

Logic won out, but only just.

Autumn quickly finished checking out, and when Amy let her know she wasn't allowed to take tips she went out of her way to speak to the manager to rave about her customer service.

Then she slipped her a $20, anyways.

And so now Autumn was walking through the mall, no longer attracting the sort of attention she had before. Yes, she still caught people occasionally staring— cleavage will do that— but her clothes were a buffer. Tight? Yes. Revealing? Not at all.

She pulled out her phone as she looked around for a point of reference in the mall and then shot a text to Samantha when she found a Starbucks to sit at.

Salted caramel mocha in hand, she sat down and waited, rubbing at her leather jacket absentmindedly.

Chapter 27: The MALL Part 6

She didn't have to wait long. By the time her mocha had cooled off enough to sip on Autumn spotted the tall blonde working her way through the crowd.

She took a moment to appreciate Samantha's tastes. If it hadn't been for its lower neckline, her red blouse might've looked better suited for a business meeting. She wore it tucked comfortably into a tight pair of light-blue skinny jeans. A necklace that was either silver or white gold hung from her long neck down to the top of her cleavage, its color complimenting the bright hair that she had resting just below her shoulders. In one hand she held a handful of bags, and in the other was her phone. In her mouth was a lollipop.

On a whim, Autumn decided to wait to see how long it would take for Samantha to pick her out of the crowd. Smirking, she was suddenly happy she'd sat in a corner away from the entrance. She leaned forward, unintentionally experiencing the awkward new sensation of resting her breasts on the dark, wooden table.

Head down and focused on looking inconspicuous, the sudden BUZZ! from her pocket nearly made her squeal. Careful not to attract the blonde's attention, she discretely removed her phone from her pocket and lowered the brightness.