Keep it together, dude. Heat rose on Autumn’s cheeks and she looked away when she caught the inspecting eyes of one of the suited businessmen watching her. It hadn’t been the first time she’d caught stray eyes in the ten minutes since leaving the car, either. There’d been the security guard at the kiosk when Samantha had to double back and ask for directions who’d clearly been undressing them in his head, and a young father pushing a stroller had pretended to be on his phone when Autumn had caught him leering at her in the reflection of a store’s windows. She’d known what to expect, or, at least she’d thought she’d known. She knew she was beautiful— hell, she still stopped and stared at her own reflection occasionally— but she didn’t realize how dirty it would make her feel. Just keep it together.
It was one of a thousand different thoughts racing through her head as they neared the Victoria’s Secret Samantha had insisted on dragging her to. From what she’d seen online in the past, VS wasn’t the greatest place to go shopping, but Samantha had felt shopping there was a necessary experience for any woman and as she watched a throng of tween girls exit the store she had to admit she was probably right.
Autumn watched as a mother escorted an embarrassed girl, probably thirteen or fourteen, into the store ahead of them and her heart skipped a beat. A melancholy came over her as she considered the experiences she’d missed out on that other girls got. Her mother wouldn’t take her shopping for her first bra, or advise her about boys.
Shaking her head, she reconsidered. Yeah, she was a girl now and she wanted to live that life, but she refused to disrespect the work her mom had poured into her life. Maybe she wouldn’t get any more advice from her mom about dating, but her mom had taught her how to be a good man. That certainly wasn’t something other girls got to experience. She resolved to focus on the experiences she had gotten with her mother. She hadn’t just raised a good man. She’d raised a good person, and Autumn had to trust that those lessons would continue to translate to her new life.
New life. That was becoming abundantly more clear to her as Samantha called out to her to stop staring at her reflection and follow her into the store. Autumn took a deep breath and avoided looking at the mannequins on display as she stepped inside.
It looked like any other Victoria’s Secret store she’d ever been in. Ethan had even gone shopping there before for gifts for a girlfriend in the past, but now she would be the one to wear the skimpy undergarments. A shiver passed over her when she passed a particularly sexy getup on a mannequin with a sign that said, “FOR HER. FOR YOU.” When she’d shopped here as Ethan in the past she’d imagined dressing her date up in something sexy for her, and now it was all too easy for her to imagine a guy coming here to do the same for her. She shivered again.
“Autumn!” Samantha’s call brought her back to the moment. She was standing near an older woman, probably in her thirties, and waving at her to join them.
Trying to avoid the eyes of one of the male shoppers, she approached the two women, mid-conversation.
“She’s just not sure she’s wearing the right size,” Samantha was saying.
“Oh, of course.” The woman offered her hand to Autumn, who shook it. “My name’s Sheila. We’ll get you sized up real quick, okay?”
“I’m sorry, what’s happening?” Autumn looked to Samantha.
“Well you told me you needed to get resized, right?” The taller girl winked and smiled deviously when Sheila wasn’t looking.
“Have you ever had your bust measured?”
Autumn felt a flush in her cheeks, but before she could answer Samantha said, “You’d said it’s been a while, right?” She smiled supportively, shifting the lollipop to the side of her mouth. “At least four or five years?”
Autumn smiled at the little movement and nodded. “I would have been a teenager then.”
“Oh,” the woman looked her up and down for a second as if suspicious before shaking her head for a moment and smiling again. “Well, it won’t take long. Why don’t you go into one of the changing rooms and I’ll be there in a short minute, okay?”
Nodding as Sheila walked away, Autumn turned to Samantha. ”What the hell?” she hissed, “I don’t want—”
Samantha cut her off. “Every girl has to know her size, and this is how you learn.” Then the devious smile came back to her lips as she sucked at the sweet. “Besides, it’s fun to watch you squirm.”
Autumn glared daggers at her as she turned and started leading them deeper into the store to the dressing rooms. “And how’s that lollipop, huh?” she muttered.
“You say something?”
“Nope. What am I supposed to do here? I have no clue what happens now.”
“Girlfriend, you need to relax. Take a breath.” They got to the hallway of dressing rooms and Samantha placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re going to go into one of these rooms, take your top off, let her measure you, then dress up and come out here and find me. I’m going to go look for a couple bras for you.”
“Wait,” Autumn frowned, “but you don’t know my size.”
“Of course I do.” Samantha showed her teeth.
“Then why—”
“Journey before destination, Girlfriend.” Samantha said as she walked away. “Get the experience. And, oh!” She pulled out her phone and pressed a few buttons on it. “You’re gonna want her to measure your real size, right?”
A wave of pleasure overcame Autumn and she gripped the door for support as a sudden, pronounced change came over her body as her breasts shrank down to their original size. She had to cover her mouth to stifle a moan as the pulsing pleasure grew in intensity. Her vision turned gray for a moment before the pleasure waned.
“Oh, shoot. Did I hit the sensitivity feature on accident before I shrunk your tits down again?” Samantha had moved closer to her and she hadn’t even realized it. Autumn’s knuckles were white from gripping so hard and she didn’t remember how she’d gotten where she was. Her knees had buckled together and she was bent over at the waist, her body racked by the unexpected, overwhelming sensations of pleasure. Panting, she struggled to stand up straight again and meet Samantha’s smiling eyes. “Whoops. Anyways, here comes Sheila. I’ll see you in a few! Maybe try and calm the girls down before you gotta show them off, eh?”
Autumn watched Samantha walk away past the approaching employee. She looked down and saw her nipples were standing at full attention under her tight tanktop that did nothing to conceal them. Shit!
“You ready?” Asked Sheila, motioning to the empty dressing rooms. “Take your pick.”
“Mm-hmm.” Autumn grunted, not sure her voice wouldn’t crack if she tried to speak. She chose the first available room and stepped inside.
Sheila followed, measuring tape in hand, closing the door behind her. “Go ahead and remove your top and bra and we’ll get this over with real quick for you, okay?”
Autumn offered a weak smile and began to pull her top over her head, but when she pulled it over her breasts and it rubbed against the fabric of her bra she felt an intense tingling come from them. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips and she hushed a swear. That bitch left them sensitive!
“Everything okay?” Sheila sounded like she was doing her best to be patient. It was a Saturday night, after all. The store was busy and she had things to do.
“Yeah, of course.” Autumn gritted her teeth and finished pulling the tank off. I’m gonna fucking kill her. Undoing her bra proved to be a challenge, as she’d never done it before, but soon enough she was standing topless in a small, mirrored room with a stranger— and with extra-sensitive breasts. She felt just about how you’d imagine and had to fight not to bite her lip. Hopefully if she closed her eyes to focus Sheila would assume she was just nervous.
To her credit, Sheila was extremely quick. “Your under-bust is… thirty… and your bust… thirty three and a half.” She quickly put the tape away and got ready to leave. “I’d look for a 30C or a 30D with a bit of padding. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Autumn shook her head and said through gritted teeth, “No. Thank you. I’m sorry, it’s just awkward.” That I’m more turned on right now than you’d believe.
“I understand. If I were you, though, I wouldn’t feel awkward at all.” She smiled and left, checking to make sure there wasn’t anybody standing outside the door. “You’ve got a great pair.” And she left.
Not knowing what to say to that, Autumn began getting dressed, carefully avoiding touching her nipples. Had she been this loud as a guy? It was as if her body just made noises when she was horny now. She’d moaned, gasped and grunted during just this process, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.
“Well,” she said softly to her reflection in the mirror as she checked to make sure her hair hadn’t gone out of place, “nothing you can do about it now.” Everything still looked great so she put her bag back over her shoulder and went to find her girlfriend.
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Samantha worked away at her lollipop as she perused the Halloween costumes available. Victoria’s Secret didn’t offer much in the way of actually-usable costumes, but they gave plenty in the way of inspiration. After all, they were supposed to be getting Autumn ready for the Ren Fair tomorrow and Samantha was fairly certain whatever Ethan had brought for the trip wouldn’t fit her anymore.
After a few moments during which Samantha found a handful of bras and panties she’d like to see on her girlfriend she saw her walking up. Autumn walked quickly and with purpose and Samantha had no problems guessing what might have been the problem.
“Turn them down.” Autumn hissed when she got close enough that others wouldn’t hear.
“I thought you’d want to take them for a test drive is all.”
Samantha chuckled as she pulled out her phone and turned the slider down from 40% to 10%, showing the screen to Autumn as she did so. “Now you can appreciate what it was like when you turned my lips’ sensitivity up to seventy-five.”
Autumn shook her head to clear it from the cloud of arousal. Getting dressed had been one thing where she’d been able to take her time and be careful working around her sensitive chest, but some asshole had bumped into her on their way to the changing rooms and Autumn’s legs had nearly given out. She hadn’t been able to stifle the moan and had drawn a couple of looks.
“You knew I was in there with a stranger. Why would you do that?”
“Because I wanted to have a bit of fun. You’re not above a little funnow, are you?” She held up the phone, showing the CHANGE app.
Autumn glared, but judging by the stupid smile that crossed Samantha’s face when she did so it wasn’t having the desired effect. “No, but—”
“Good, because I think your tits were bigger when we came in, weren’t they?”
“Uh…” She wasn’t sure what Samantha meant until she watched her scroll down and press a large EXECUTE button on the screen and a surge of pleasure spread across her chest in an unexpected wave that had her leaning on Samantha for support. Even with the sensitivity turned down Autumn had to fight the growl in her throat. How is this body so different? She knew it was her— that the body she was in was her own, but it was incredible how utterly different it was.
Putting aside her new stature or skeletal structure or anything physiological, she now responded to things differently. Things smelled a little different now, like the Cinnabon they’d walked by earlier. Ethan hadn’t had much of a sweet tooth— it was the carb-heavy meals that got him in trouble— but Autumn had started salivating when they’d walked by the sugary, cinnamon-ey goodness earlier. Not only did things smell different, but her body seemed to react differently, too. When she salivated by the Cinnabon, she was worried she’d start drooling. And now, though the increased sensitivity and the changes Samantha made were the immediate sources of pleasure, Autumn was worried she would be unable to stop herself from moaning at even a barely-sensual touch. Suddenly the term ’screamer’ meant something all too relatable and she wondered what other surprises this body held in store for her.
Once the moment had passed and Samantha had stopped laughing Autumn stepped away from her and looked to see what her conniving girlfriend had been looking at. “Victoria’s Secret makes costumes?”
“Yeah, but they’re not my cup of tea. But they’re good inspiration for the Ren fair tomorrow.” She lifted a sexy outfit up and raised an eyebrow, but Autumn was already shaking her head.
“No way. No way in hell I’m wearing anything like that tomorrow.” When Samantha pouted she grossed her arms, sucking in a breath and trying to ignore the sensations of rubbing against her breasts. Samantha had noticed, but she didn’t care. “I told you when we planned this whole thing that I’d bring my usual outfit. It’s in my suitcase at your house right now.”
“And you think it’ll fit you?” Samantha studied her with a mockingly careful eye. “You’re a bit wider in the hips now, and you’re shorter, too. Oh! Didn’t your pirate shirt have a really deep neckline? Maybe you should wear your old costume.”
Shit… “I’ll figure something out.”
“You don’t have to. I’ve already got a plan.” Samantha smiled wide around her lollipop. “And I promise it doesn’t involve something as skimpy as this. Let’s grab you some underwear and get out of here.”
“Fine.” Autumn grunted and started to follow. Samantha led her straight to a section with her sizes and she immediately gravitated toward the bright, pink, girly options. One bra her size was a matte hot pink and she quickly decided on it. It was a 30C with some padding, just like Sheila had recommended. Actually, there was a lot of padding in this. “Are these all push-up bras?”
“Yeah.” Samantha grinned.
“I can’t wear push-up bras everywhere! I need other options.” But even as she said it she could feel the programming fighting her. The same way the pink, girly clothing felt right it felt like she was supposed to wear push-up bras.
“But I thought you simply adored sexy, girly clothing, Autumn,” Samantha teased, “isn’t that true?”
“No, it’s not, and you know it. Can’t you just, I don’t know… can you turn this off while we’re shopping? I can’t buy a bunch of outfits I’ll have to return tomorrow just because my brain won’t let me like anything else right now.” She looked through the bin of bras and it was true. It wasn’t just that the girly ones looked better. It was like when she looked at all the options the ones she didn’t find “girly” were simply discredited and forgotten.
“Maybe I can do that.” Samantha’s smile widened as Autumn sighed.
“What do you want?”
“Quid pro quo, Clarice… fft fft fft!”
Autumn rolled her eyes. “You want a change?”
“No.” She was all seriousness again. “If I remove your “girly” preference right now, you have to let me put tomorrow’s rule in place today. Right now.”
Crossing her arms again, more carefully this time, Autumn looked around. “We’re in public, though.”
“I know.”
“And you won’t tell me what it is?”
Samantha shook her head. “Not a chance. But I imagine you’ll figure it out soon enough.” After a moment’s pause she could see Autumn weighing her options. “It’s not anything crazy. Promise. Just a bit of fun is all. A little idea I had yesterday.”
Autumn scowled at her, but she figured it couldn’t be that bad. If Samantha was willing to do it in public then it probably wouldn’t be too crazy. Then again, this is the girl who went full bimbo blonde in public just to prove a point. “Fine. Just get it over with.”
Samantha help up her phone. “Done. How do you feel?”
Autumn felt fine, like nothing had changed at all. She shifted her weight and realized she was a little less excited to be wearing heels, however. Luckily she’d only worn two-inch ones. When she looked back down at the bra and pantie options she was quickly able to tell the difference. The girlier options no longer appealed to her nearly as much and she was able to actually notice all the other bras and panties available to her. A strange thought came to her mind. Oh, shit, I’d look sexy as fuck in that! Reaching toward the dark purple bra, she saw her bare arm and was reminded of the tight tank top she was wearing. Her skirt flitted against her thighs as she leaned over the bin and Autumn felt a flare of panic. I’m so exposed! A moment ago she’d felt pretty and girly and it was fun, but now he was wearing a skirt in public for the first time! He’d never even wear shorts out in public and now he was in a skirt in fucking Victoria’s Secret and—
A calming hand was on Autumn’s shoulder a second later and she found herself staring up into Samantha’s eyes. Those eyes cared deeply about her and in that moment Autumn held tightly to them like an anchor in a dark storm.
“I’m here.” She said, taking Autumn’s chin in her fingers and holding her gaze. “Are you okay? Or do we need to go home?”
Autumn swallowed. Her chest rose and fell with the deep breaths she took to calm herself as she stared into those eyes. She could get lost in them as easily as falling asleep. After catching her breath, she shook her head. “No, but…” she pulled herself away from those eyes and looked around the crowded store, then down at what she was wearing, “can we leave? You can grab me whatever underwear you want, but I need to find something else to wear.”
Nodding, Samantha took stock of where they were in the mall. “Okay, there’s an American Eagle South of here and—”
Autumn abruptly turned and started walking toward the exit. “I’ll find something. I’ve got to go.”
“Autumn!” Samantha called after her but the shorter woman simply shook her head and continued walking. A bit of motion caught her attention and she saw Sheila approaching.
“Is everything alright? She looked upset.”
Samantha sighed. “Yeah, I think so. She’s figuring some stuff out right now. She needs a little space.”
The older woman eyed her appreciatively. “Well, she’s lucky to have you with her. Let me know if you need anything else.”
Samantha nodded her thanks and watched the woman walk away. Nosy, but helpful. She shrugged. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she hurriedly picked it out and flipped it open.
“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.
