Growing Down isn't So Bad: TG Editon

Chapter 3
18 to 17: One Awkward Moment After Another

Chapter Description: Now changed into a girl, our hero decide it's best to retrace her steps in hope that she could figure something out, but first...an change in outfit is needed.

Growing Down isn’t So Bad:

TG-Edition:

18 to 17:

One Awkward Moment after Another

“…Still awkward,” I mumbled awkwardly as I stared up at the sign.

I sigh faintly as I walked away from the restroom, stumbling slightly due to my unfamiliarity with my altered state of gravity. As I walked, trying to adjust to my alter body, I became aware of just how different my body felt. I my arms felt like twigs, but not the weak things that can snap from child stepping on them. My legs felt longer then what I’m use to, but I didn’t feel like the weight of my own body would crush them anytime soon. I noticed how my hips pressed against the hem of my pants, and just how much they sway when I walked no matter how hard I tried to keep them still. My stomach felt like it no longer exists under my shirt. Then there was my hair…it was just weird feeling it against the back of my neck.

And probably the most irritating thing so far is my bag; the strap is seriously pressing awkwardly against my shirt, which was in turn pressing against breasts, giving me the most uncomfortable feeling I have ever experienced. Now I know why certain bags are design the way they are. Unfortunately, my bag isn’t design for the female body, the best I could do to relief some of the pressure was to hold it one handed over my shoulder.

I shook my head to try and rid myself of these thoughts. Sometimes being the son of a physician can be a real bummer, I had pick up to much from dad’s long-winded speeches about the human body. With another sigh, I decided just to put all of this thinking about my body into the back of my head and focused on the main issue here…why my body changed in the first place.

And the only way to do that is to retrace my steps, and that means going back to my former place of employment.

I frown when a thought hit me. I looked around and was able to spot a store with some windows. I half stumble half jog to the window and frown when I got a good look at myself. My new features masked my identity enough that I shouldn’t be recognized by anyone I know. Even my bag wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention; about half of the teenagers in the mall have one.

No, my biggest concern is my outfit. While my shoes and pants aren’t the problem, my shirt could be one. There’s not a lot who wear this sort of thing, and to make matters worse, I was seen in this shirt at my place of employment. I didn’t want to risk the chances of someone putting two and two together.

And I don’t think I can live it down if one of my former co-workers found out what happened to me. So, with a heavy sigh, I wondered off to a notable second-hand clothing store.

(…)

Willis Dame and Nickel Store are a small second-handed clothing and accessory shop located near the back of mall. It doesn’t get a lot of business, just enough to keep their doors open. I only know about this place because of an incident my sister had about a year and half ago.

I was actually surprised to find it still open when I got to the spot. Still…I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and I entered, only to stop dead in my tracks as my mind locked onto one small detail…what do I do now?

The layout of the store has been changed a little since the last time I was here, but that wasn’t the problem at the moment. The biggest problem was I didn’t know what to wear…and I realized just how girlish that sounds, but it was true.

I have sent the last 19 years as a boy and I only had two rules for cloths; my outfits had to look decent and they had to be clean. Beyond those rules, I really didn’t care much about my looks. In fact, most of my friends had noted my lack of style, but I truly did not care about how l looks.

So why was I suddenly feeling like a kid in a candy store who couldn’t decide what he wanted?

“Can I help you with anything, miss?”

I had to bit my lower lip keep myself from letting out a loud wince as I looked at the clerk at the desk. She was about 2 to three 3 older then me, with a slightly pale complexion which was highlighted thanks to freckles on her cheeks. Her blue eyes looked rather bored as she played with her strawberry blonde hair.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked again, the boredom in her voice more noticeable then the last time she asked.

I suddenly felt awkward, as I tried to come up with a reasonable story to give to the girl. After all, I couldn’t say I was a boy five minutes ago. She would either call me crazy, call to have my taken me away, or just laugh in my face. Knowing my luck, she would do all three things.

And I know I’m panicking over nothing, but you can’t blame me here. I don’t think you can count turning into a 19-year-old woman as an everyday kind of thing.

“Would believe one of my nasty cousin try to pull a prank on me and that caused me to lose all of my outfits and I just don’t have the money to replace them,” I said awkwardly, unintentionally putting my hand behind my back and bunging up my shoulders as the laughable excuse came out.

I wanted to cringe as that old habit decided to show its ugly head. People often said I looked like a girl when I took up this pose, but I can’t really help it, I take up that pose when I’m nervous or scared. And the way the clerk was sizing me up as she walked from behind the counter and up me made me want to jump out of my skin. Some part of me thought she would see through my lie and figure out that I was actually a boy.

“I took it you would need a bra and panties, right?” the store worker asked off-handedly.

Everything that has been clustering in my mind was suddenly thrown to the side, as those two words began flying around my mind like an angry hive of bees. “Uhh, what?” was the only words that I could form at the moment.

“You said that your clothes were ruined, right?” the worker asked, and since my mind was still playing catch up, I nodded slowly. “So your underwear was also ruined. So, what’s your size?”

And that was that…I felt my entire mind lock up on me as the girl began looking through the undergarment section. That isn’t one thing I haven’t considered on the walk over here. But in hindsight I probably should have, my shirt had irritated my breasts the entire walk here.

My brain fully rebooted from the countless shocks I had gotten in the last few minutes, and I let out a mute sigh. I really didn’t want do this, I truly and honest didn’t want to do this, but hearing that word had remained me of that irritation and it seems to be even worse then before. So against my better judgment, (and my own diminishing masculinity), I decided it would be best to bite the bullet and tell this person who I truly was.

I opened my mouth, only to close it when a powerful shiver went down my spine and the exploded into a powerful shudder that went out through my entire body. My head suddenly light as my version blurred and my hearing out, for about a second.

I gave my head a good shake, shaking off whatever was left, and frown. I don’t know why but something was different about me. Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to look myself over, as the sale lady came back to me, with a bunch items I wouldn’t mind seeing on any other day.

“Now, I think these should fit you,” the sale lady titled her head when her eye locked onto me. “Weird, I thought you were eighteen.”

I suddenly found my head crowded with thoughts, peculiarly my reflection before leaving the restroom. I thought something about it looked off, but I had shaken it off as a trick of the light. But I wasn’t to sure now…if what the sale lady was saying was true then that meant only one thing.

“But, I’m nineteen,” I muttered weakly, to which the sale lady just glare a “yeah right” look. And I just realized what that I have been calling her for the last few minutes.

“Listen kid,” I wince slightly when she called me that, but it want unnoticed. “I had picked up my dad’s treat of spotting liars, and I know you’re lying, kid.”

I don’t know what was more insulting; that she, a 24-year-old sale lady, was calling me a kid, or that she was using the snobby tone that a few in the mall like to use when they’re dealing with someone younger then them. Nothing ticks me off more then when someone use that tone.

I wanted to tell the sale lady off, to threaten to take my business else where, but looking at her, I suddenly lost me nerve. I don’t know why but that look she was giving was really scaring me.

The scale lady most had seen my discomfort as she smiled slightly and held out the items she had gotten earlier for me to take.

“Now that we have that cleared up,” she said, speaking in the snobby tone that makes me want to punch her. “These should fit you. Though the bra might be a little big on you’re A-size breasts. And don’t ask how I know your size!”

She said that last part a little defensively, like she has been asked that question one too many times. But I barely notice her tone, my mind had once again locked up upon hearing those two words aimed at me. I got the feeling that it would a long time before I am used to have though two words aim at me.

I could only pray that I figure out what happened to me and get my body back to normal long before I get use to having this new equipment.

My brain unlocked slightly after a minute of just standing around looking like a dork, and I hesitantly took the underwear. I frown sourly as I looked at the navy blue bra and panty. At least there weren’t frilled, and more importantly, they weren’t pink. I don’t think I was ready for such girly undergarments.

“Thank you,” I muttered in a weak and awkward tone.

Suddenly, the sale lady’s entire demeanor went through a change; from serious but snobby to playful and a little scary as a catty smile suddenly appeared on her face. I would admit that, that smile was starting to freak me out.

“Oh, don’t thank me just yet,” she said cattily.

Yeah, I really didn’t like where this was going. This entire thing was starting too remained me of a bad teen comedy I once saw with my last girlfriend, where a cross-dressing boy was in a sticky spot and had to undress in the girl’s locker room. And to make matter worse for the boy was the main villain of the movie trying to do everything in her power to expose the cross-dresser.

Yeah, that lady’s smile was really making me uncomfortable.

I wanted to bolt, but found my legs to weak to carry me. That meant I was at the mercy of this woman, and I don’t think tea parties are on her to do-list.

“You’re the first customer I had all day,” she said, her smile turning into a mischievous grin, “And given what you told me, I feel a little dress-up is in order. To see what best suits you, of course.”

Again, I thought about bolting, but I couldn’t get my body to work right, and as the sale lady descended onto me like a hungry lioness on a soon to be piece of meat only one thought came to mind…

…Someone, anyone…help me.