I’m an avid thrift shopper. Money is hard to keep track of sometimes, and new clothes are really an unneeded expense. One day I found this marked down (further than already for second hand) flannel in the women’s section. I mean, it looked neutral enough, I’m sure I could get away with wearing it. After buying the flannel, I went home to try it on. I personally thought I looked really good in it, and decided to wear it around for a bit. What I wasn’t aware of with this flannel was the things it was doing to me. I just felt lighter when wearing it, it was nice. Dancing around the apartment for a bit. I stopped when my hair fell in front of my face, shocked. My hair had always been kept short. I brushed it away and looked down to see a whole new form before me. With two soft breasts, cupped by the bra that my tank top had become. Everything was so different, and I didn’t know what to do. I sat down to try and piece together what could possibly have happened. The only sound conclusion I could come to was that the flannel had done this. Changed my body, my clothes, and even the odd tingles I was feeling between my legs from the brush off the fabric and an odd idea in my mind. There was that one jock of a guy in the apartment above me. Always making a thump from whatever heavyweight activities he did in there with the bench press he had. I wonder if he’s free tonight. I wonder if he’ll think I look good in this flannel.
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I’m an avid thrift shopper. Money is hard to keep track of sometimes, and new clothes are really an unneeded expense. One day I found this marked down (further than already for second hand) flannel in the women’s section. I mean, it looked neutral enough, I’m sure I could get away with wearing it.
After buying the flannel, I went home to try it on. I personally thought I looked really good in it, and decided to wear it around for a bit. What I wasn’t aware of with this flannel was the things it was doing to me. I just felt lighter when wearing it, it was nice.
Dancing around the apartment for a bit. I stopped when my hair fell in front of my face, shocked. My hair had always been kept short. I brushed it away and looked down to see a whole new form before me. With two soft breasts, cupped by the bra that my tank top had become. Everything was so different, and I didn’t know what to do.
I sat down to try and piece together what could possibly have happened. The only sound conclusion I could come to was that the flannel had done this. Changed my body, my clothes, and even the odd tingles I was feeling between my legs from the brush off the fabric and an odd idea in my mind.
There was that one jock of a guy in the apartment above me. Always making a thump from whatever heavyweight activities he did in there with the bench press he had. I wonder if he’s free tonight. I wonder if he’ll think I look good in this flannel.
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