High Voltage/Dress comfortably1
From Create Your Own Story
The options didn't give me much choice. Everything was still decidedly feminine. Especially the blouse. I call it that, because there was no male equivalent to this shirt. The long-sleeved tee shirt was one thing, it had a feminine cut but it at least resembled things I wore when I was a guy. This shirt was different, it was thin and had some sort of floral print on it and it looked ruffly. Maybe it looked normal when a girl was wearing it, but as a folded piece of fabric, I could tell it was not something I wanted to wear. I wanted to be comfortable.
I removed the hospital robe and sat down on the edge of the bed. I slipped my legs into the red panties and stood up, sliding them up my legs. I gave one glance at the bra and decided I wasn't wearing it. Sure the panties were a little frilly on the edges, but they were still underwear and weren't that different from what I used to wear when I was a kid. Albeit these had a lip pattern and not superman on them. I had never wore a bra and I wasn't about to start.
I grabbed the tee shirt and put it over my head. I placed my arms in each sleeve and wrestled it down over my breasts. The fabric was very thin and you could see my nipples protruding through. The sleeves also only went halfway down my forearm. Women's clothing was so impractical.
Finally, I grabbed the pink sweatshirt and threw it over my head. It fit much snugger than any other sweatshirt I had ever wore, but at least I felt comfortable in it. It had pockets in the front and I put my hands into them
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see myself in the mirror. I was leaning forward on the bed to grab the jeans and my reflection looked sexy as hell. Hints of my ass showed beneath the edges of the panties and my legs looked like they went on for miles. I looked away. These feelings were confusing.
I grabbed the jeans and put each leg in. If I thought the sweatshirt fit snugly, then these pants were a new definition of snug. It was as if someone took my exact measurements and made these jeans just for me. I slipped my feet into a small pair of brown flip flops and gathered the rest of the clothes and put them into the bag. I grabbed the purse from the bedside table, passing on the flowers, and opened the door, to find the Sarah waiting for me.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" She asked with a look of disapproval.
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