With a groan, you realise that wearing your new skin was less fun than on the page of the catalogue. The pain in your shoulders telling you that busty wasn't as much fun in person.
Also discovering you're wearing only the default underwear, you couldn't mistake the depth, the breadth, the sheer size of your cleavage. The body was at least, young and vibrant. The available wardrobe selection for your 'holiday' was wide. After trying a few outfits, you're glad of the ingrained instincts that came with this body. The items that were unfamiliar clicked into place, as you knew how to wear them.
Your clone tattoo is hidden, behind your ear, further masked by the mass of copper hair you now possess. It's oddly thrilling to see your body in the mirror. The preening and pouting that you initially did with a wry smile, now fills you with a real sense of joy. As you appreciate how certain outfits lie. Whether they cling, and flaunt your body, or disguise and minimise your ... rather extreme body.
You allow that instinct to guide your selections, as you fill your two cases with clothes. As you finish the second one, you give it a heave. Realising your new skinny arms ensure you won't be able to carry them far... Maybe, even lift them. A frown furrows your brow, until you see the wheels at the corners. Relief, flooding through your veins.
Realisation dawning, about the difficulties you hadn't considered that come with being a woman. You try not to focus on the panties, and bras on top. The cups drawing your eyes hypnotically. Even the little movement of trying on clothes, and packing the bags tells you, that you'll be wearing these damned things constantly... until you're back in your old body.
The people hunting you ensure that's not a prospect to be relished either. You shudder at the thought of being stuck in this body. The financial price isn't a problem... But, you don't want to become too girly, and feminine.
Glowering at your reflection in the mirror, you try and stare determination into her features. As you think about why you've taken this risk... As you think about what's at stake.
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