"Wait a minute," Jim stopped just out of the changing booth and reviewed the last few thought that went through her head. "Did I just think of myself as a girl?" A moment of existential pondering washed over Jim as he/she tried to decide which one was true.
He had a good life so far, he had friends he liked and seemed to like him back. He had Sharon, smart, cute, nice, and good looking girlfriend who genuinely seemed to like him despite all his little quirks. He had his own car, which for a high-school student was almost as good as having superpowers. His parents were OK, most of the time. His sisters were not as intolerable as he publicly claimed. His grades were straight A (aside for gym but that doesn't count). He had a good thing going as male Jim.
She was sexy, and it felt good, more than good, it felt like the best thing in the world. There was power in her new sexiness that could not be denied. Jim felt it coursing trough her spectacular breasts and in the wetness of her pussy. It danced between her full lips and in the curves of her body. She had no home and no friends but she had a hard time thinking of ever letting this new her go.
"Excuse me, do you work here?" came a male voice from behind. Jim turned around and saw a man in his thirties holding three different sets of lingerie. "Oh my!" He said as Jim turned to face him and something in his pants tented the fabric. At that moment, Jim made up her mind.
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