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I didn't feel well by the end of the year. I gained weight. I noticed when I was lying in bed, turned around, and suddenly I noticed I started getting a belly. I did not like this feeling. I mean, I understood how it was happening; I started a new job that year, I was sitting a lot, and because of the stress, I was also eating too many sweets to compensate. But feeling that belly growing was too much; I needed to change something. Since the new year was only a few days away, I decided to get fitter starting from the new year. Eating healthy, go jogging.

I wanted to do it properly, so I went to a running store, to get new shoes and some clothes for the cold weather. The last time I was running in the cold, I was sweating in my cotton sweater, and I felt horrible in cold wet clothes scratching my skin.

I asked what to get. I was recommended some running tights; I also tried some new shoes. "You have quite slim feet. I would suggest trying the version for women. Don't worry; it's the same model, just a bit slimmer in shape." They were feeling really comfy. And who cares, I even took the pink model; the men's version was pink too, seems to be modern. "When you are already on it, we have a running jacket in the same color. I really recommend it; you would be visible in the dark, and in this weather, it really makes a difference." I took it too. I really trusted the saleswoman. She seemed to know what she was speaking about. She looked very fit; I found her nice and a bit cute. She took the fear from me. When I entered the store, I was a bit ashamed, since I really felt out of shape. "I also were, where you are right now, and now look at me!" she said. I felt very motivated when I left the shop.

At home, I tried on what I got; I directly wanted to give it a shot. I liked the feeling of the tights on my skin. 'Why are men not supposed to wear tights when they do not do sport again? It feels so good!' I thought.

I put on the jacket and went outside. I felt awesome. I was slow. But I felt good. I somehow even enjoyed I was wearing something bright pink; let the people look! From now on, I did this every morning before work. I took my time. The salesperson told me not to rush it. So I went slow and short in the beginning, listening to my body. After two weeks, I managed to run half an hour, and I felt amazing. I also only ate salad for lunch. No sweets anymore.

After only a few weeks, I felt my body getting slimmer. I felt awesome. I was getting addicted to my routine. Eating healthy came naturally to me; eating too much meat or sweets started to disgust me. I was also feeling more comfy in my job at a bank. Somehow I smiled more; maybe because of that, people also smiled more at me, which made me more confident. Even my boss complimented me at one point. "You look so fit and happy; I also noticed you somehow improved your results, and your reports are very well written! I am happy to have you on board, Alex!"

When I needed some new shirts, I decided I want to try something more extravagant. Only blue is boring. From my new confidence, I decided I will get a pink skirt. But classy. With white stripes and a white collar. From the experience with my running tights, I also decided to get longer socks. They feel so comfy when they cover your calves. Again, I was feeling more confident at work, and I felt that people like my style.

With me feeling better, not only my taste in clothes changed. I somehow also enjoyed listening to pop music. Suddenly I really felt in love with Taylor Swift. I could not really stand the rock music I listened before. I also kept my flat way more tidy than before. I got flowers and enjoyed taking care of them. And I needed a bigger wardrobe because I bought more and more shirts. And also more shoes. They were becoming more and more elegant. I started to like them to be polished. And people kept complimenting me, so I went for it. I mean, I was a young man, having a good job, no obligations. I could go shopping almost every second day after work. Having fun.

I had a colleague I grew really fond of, Julia. She was the one giving me the most compliments at work on my new style, and I returned the favor. She was dressing very nice. Always skirts, always shirts. Often she was combining her outfit with stockings and high heels when she felt she needed some more attraction. One time I complimented her again on her style, and I said I'd envy her a bit. For men, there are no stockings. But from running in my tights, I love the feeling of something smooth touching your skin. She laughed, but she also asked why I don't try them. No one would see anyway! And I was like: Actually you are right! We were both starting to giggle. "Let's get you some right away!" she said enthusiastically. And we did! We went to a closed store and got them. I tried them on, and they felt awesome. "Ahh! I never want to take them off again!" I shouted out of the changing room. She came in; I did not bother. "I got you this!" She said and showing me a black leather skirt. "It would highlight your nice legs, Alex!" "Oh, it looks amazing; you have a similar one, right?" I tried it on. I felt so good. Like never before. I looked into the mirror. The skirt matched my pink shirt perfectly.

From now on I was buying skirts and blazers instead of suits. They just felt better. And I was getting slimmer and slimmer. Somehow it was getting more and more difficult to find good clothes in the men's department anyway.

When I was going to work, I loved the feeling of the other men's eyes following me. It made me even more confident. And I felt so sexy. I never understood why I even was wearing men's clothes before. They just didn't fit my body. Maybe I didn't notice that before I started losing weight.

Another morning. Half a year has passed. I stood in front of my wardrobe after I came back from a jog. I looked at it. There were so many nice blouses and skirts in it; I could not decide. Putting on a nice silky one, I noticed, even though the material was so smooth, it irritated my skin on my chest. Especially my nipples were hurting. I looked at them. They were bleeding a bit! This morning I was running a bit longer than usual. It must have resulted from the nipples rubbing against the fabric of my running top. After work, I went to the running store again. The saleswoman recognized me. "Look at you! You look fabulous! Remember what I told you?" "Yes! I felt so motivated, and now I feel so attractive! But I have an issue, with my nipples...." I murmured. She beamed at me. "Ha! That's unfortunately a common problem. When people start working out and getting fitter, they underestimate how much their breasts grow! But a simple bra will help. Here, from what I see, this one should fit." She gave me a black sports bra. "Thank you so much, sister!" I said. For one glimpse of a second, I wondered why I called her that. But she just winked at me and answered "We all were at this point once!"

I put on the bra directly. I felt so relieved. I wondered why I did not come up with this by myself before. Of course, when you have two nice breasts, you need a bra. I told Julia this in our next lunch break. She was laughing loud. "You don't have a bra?! Come on! A beautiful woman like you needs that, Alex!" I blushed a bit. Of course. I am a woman. Why do I not have any bra? I started feeling uncomfortable. Moving around in my chair. I felt the heavy fabric of my boxers cutting into my groins. Why was I wearing boxers? Of course, no one sees them under my skirt. But still. I felt a bit ridiculous. "Can we go quickly shopping for some underwear, my dear? I feel a bit ashamed and weird right now." "Of course!" We went. She was picking some super hot pieces for me. "Men will love that." We both giggled. I felt free. When we left the shop, I also felt complete. I also got a pair of heels; Julia lent me a pearl necklace. When I put it on, I felt complete.

"So this does it feel like when you just stick to your New Year's resolution," I thought happily. After our little shopping trip, Julia and I went back to our job as front desk ladies in the bank. On the way, I took a selfie, showing off a bit my nice outfit.

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This was my first story. The picture is done with dall e. Story by me. I wanted to give something back to the community here.

Description
I didn't feel well by the end of the year. I gained weight. I noticed when I was lying in bed, turned around, and suddenly I noticed I started getting a belly. I did not like this feeling. I mean, I understood how it was happening; I started a new job that year, I was sitting a lot, and because of the stress, I was also eating too many sweets to compensate. But feeling that belly growing was too much; I needed to change something. Since the new year was only a few days away, I decided to get fitter starting from the new year. Eating healthy, go jogging.

I wanted to do it properly, so I went to a running store, to get new shoes and some clothes for the cold weather. The last time I was running in the cold, I was sweating in my cotton sweater, and I felt horrible in cold wet clothes scratching my skin.

I asked what to get. I was recommended some running tights; I also tried some new shoes. "You have quite slim feet. I would suggest trying the version for women. Don't worry; it's the same model, just a bit slimmer in shape." They were feeling really comfy. And who cares, I even took the pink model; the men's version was pink too, seems to be modern. "When you are already on it, we have a running jacket in the same color. I really recommend it; you would be visible in the dark, and in this weather, it really makes a difference." I took it too. I really trusted the saleswoman. She seemed to know what she was speaking about. She looked very fit; I found her nice and a bit cute. She took the fear from me. When I entered the store, I was a bit ashamed, since I really felt out of shape. "I also were, where you are right now, and now look at me!" she said. I felt very motivated when I left the shop.

At home, I tried on what I got; I directly wanted to give it a shot. I liked the feeling of the tights on my skin. 'Why are men not supposed to wear tights when they do not do sport again? It feels so good!' I thought.

I put on the jacket and went outside. I felt awesome. I was slow. But I felt good. I somehow even enjoyed I was wearing something bright pink; let the people look! From now on, I did this every morning before work. I took my time. The salesperson told me not to rush it. So I went slow and short in the beginning, listening to my body. After two weeks, I managed to run half an hour, and I felt amazing. I also only ate salad for lunch. No sweets anymore.

After only a few weeks, I felt my body getting slimmer. I felt awesome. I was getting addicted to my routine. Eating healthy came naturally to me; eating too much meat or sweets started to disgust me. I was also feeling more comfy in my job at a bank. Somehow I smiled more; maybe because of that, people also smiled more at me, which made me more confident. Even my boss complimented me at one point. "You look so fit and happy; I also noticed you somehow improved your results, and your reports are very well written! I am happy to have you on board, Alex!"

When I needed some new shirts, I decided I want to try something more extravagant. Only blue is boring. From my new confidence, I decided I will get a pink skirt. But classy. With white stripes and a white collar. From the experience with my running tights, I also decided to get longer socks. They feel so comfy when they cover your calves. Again, I was feeling more confident at work, and I felt that people like my style.

With me feeling better, not only my taste in clothes changed. I somehow also enjoyed listening to pop music. Suddenly I really felt in love with Taylor Swift. I could not really stand the rock music I listened before. I also kept my flat way more tidy than before. I got flowers and enjoyed taking care of them. And I needed a bigger wardrobe because I bought more and more shirts. And also more shoes. They were becoming more and more elegant. I started to like them to be polished. And people kept complimenting me, so I went for it. I mean, I was a young man, having a good job, no obligations. I could go shopping almost every second day after work. Having fun.

I had a colleague I grew really fond of, Julia. She was the one giving me the most compliments at work on my new style, and I returned the favor. She was dressing very nice. Always skirts, always shirts. Often she was combining her outfit with stockings and high heels when she felt she needed some more attraction. One time I complimented her again on her style, and I said I'd envy her a bit. For men, there are no stockings. But from running in my tights, I love the feeling of something smooth touching your skin. She laughed, but she also asked why I don't try them. No one would see anyway! And I was like: Actually you are right! We were both starting to giggle. "Let's get you some right away!" she said enthusiastically. And we did! We went to a closed store and got them. I tried them on, and they felt awesome. "Ahh! I never want to take them off again!" I shouted out of the changing room. She came in; I did not bother. "I got you this!" She said and showing me a black leather skirt. "It would highlight your nice legs, Alex!" "Oh, it looks amazing; you have a similar one, right?" I tried it on. I felt so good. Like never before. I looked into the mirror. The skirt matched my pink shirt perfectly.

From now on I was buying skirts and blazers instead of suits. They just felt better. And I was getting slimmer and slimmer. Somehow it was getting more and more difficult to find good clothes in the men's department anyway.

When I was going to work, I loved the feeling of the other men's eyes following me. It made me even more confident. And I felt so sexy. I never understood why I even was wearing men's clothes before. They just didn't fit my body. Maybe I didn't notice that before I started losing weight.

Another morning. Half a year has passed. I stood in front of my wardrobe after I came back from a jog. I looked at it. There were so many nice blouses and skirts in it; I could not decide. Putting on a nice silky one, I noticed, even though the material was so smooth, it irritated my skin on my chest. Especially my nipples were hurting. I looked at them. They were bleeding a bit! This morning I was running a bit longer than usual. It must have resulted from the nipples rubbing against the fabric of my running top. After work, I went to the running store again. The saleswoman recognized me. "Look at you! You look fabulous! Remember what I told you?" "Yes! I felt so motivated, and now I feel so attractive! But I have an issue, with my nipples...." I murmured. She beamed at me. "Ha! That's unfortunately a common problem. When people start working out and getting fitter, they underestimate how much their breasts grow! But a simple bra will help. Here, from what I see, this one should fit." She gave me a black sports bra. "Thank you so much, sister!" I said. For one glimpse of a second, I wondered why I called her that. But she just winked at me and answered "We all were at this point once!"

I put on the bra directly. I felt so relieved. I wondered why I did not come up with this by myself before. Of course, when you have two nice breasts, you need a bra. I told Julia this in our next lunch break. She was laughing loud. "You don't have a bra?! Come on! A beautiful woman like you needs that, Alex!" I blushed a bit. Of course. I am a woman. Why do I not have any bra? I started feeling uncomfortable. Moving around in my chair. I felt the heavy fabric of my boxers cutting into my groins. Why was I wearing boxers? Of course, no one sees them under my skirt. But still. I felt a bit ridiculous. "Can we go quickly shopping for some underwear, my dear? I feel a bit ashamed and weird right now." "Of course!" We went. She was picking some super hot pieces for me. "Men will love that." We both giggled. I felt free. When we left the shop, I also felt complete. I also got a pair of heels; Julia lent me a pearl necklace. When I put it on, I felt complete.

"So this does it feel like when you just stick to your New Year's resolution," I thought happily. After our little shopping trip, Julia and I went back to our job as front desk ladies in the bank. On the way, I took a selfie, showing off a bit my nice outfit.

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This was my first story. The picture is done with dall e. Story by me. I wanted to give something back to the community here.