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I woke up the next morning still not used to my new body. I woke up with the foreign weight of my new breasts and the soft touch of the silky panties and night gown I wore. Olivia offered to let me borrow the two items for this was a no boy zone. I woke up first and decided to take a shower.

I didn’t have my bags so the only soap I could use was the flowery sented soaps the girls used. I scrubbed up and down my body leaving the feminine smell all over my body. When I finished I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and walked outside. By this point the girls had already woken up and turned to look at me.

“Hey Emily, honey, you’re wearing your towel wrong.” She says in a caring motherly voice. Walking over to help adjust my towel. She lightly untied the towel and moved it up my feminine body to my chest. I didn’t protest because I was stunned by her calling me Emily.

“E-Emily?” I ask.

“Well yea, me and the girls thought it was close enough to your boy name.” She said trying to reassure me.

“Oh, thanks I guess.” is all I say back.

“Anyway, the girls and I decided we were going to go shopping for our first day. We need clothes for the beach day and the dance, we also need new clothes for you.” She said eyeing me up.

“We can’t do something else?” I whined, I hated the thought of spending a girly day out with a bunch of girls.

“Nope, we already decided” she Said.

“Now get dressed, we’re leaving soon!” One of the other girls chime in.

I noticed that on my bed were a pair of panties and bra, short jean shorts, a white top, earrings, and a pair of high heels. I grudgingly walk over to the outfit and start putting on the outfit. As I start the girls get up and start to help me, without me allowing them to. They start applying makeup, helping me in the underwear, adjusting my new hair extensions, etc.

“I kinda love this” one of the girls say as they continue to apply makeup and clothes.

“Yea, it’s like he’s our personal doll or princess.” Another girl says. They start to giggle.

“Yes your right! By the way you’re looking so cute” Olivia says as she applies lipgloss to my plumped up lips. The girls had a sweet way of trying to make this better for me. But even then I hated every part of this. It was so immaculating having them use me as their “doll” my skin was so soft and I dressed like a girly girl. I hated how I looked like a girl I would want to go out with. My new silky brown wavy hair bouncing around every time I moved my head.

“Before we leave you need to remember to act like a girl, or people will notice.” Olivia says. “ you need to talk, and act like a girl. And the most important thing is to smile and act innocent. Like a good girl.” She said patting me on the head. It was the worst moment of my life. The girl that I kinda had a crush on had just patted me on the head and called me a “good girl”.

We arrived at the shopping center and immediately headed over to the women’s section. The girls picked out a couple of dresses, skirts, heels, and more for me to try on. We went to the dressing room where I was once again turned into a Barbie. Trying on outfit after outfit. The girls especially liked the combination of a white and black two piece skirt and brown high heels. They decided to take a picture of their new “girlfriend” Emily. They made me pose and act like a girly girl and I complied, looking around and seeing others knowing that if I was out of character they would have become suspicious. It was an awful experience, being pulled around, store to store. Wearing high heels non stop, making my feet ache and the stares of guys made me uncomfortable. But being with olivia was nice, even if it entailed trying on hundreds of outfits.

In an attempt to talk to olivia I accidentally made her think I enjoyed high heels. Solidifying the aspect of high heels in my future outfit selections. The girls even put back the flats I was also going to get. This sucked.

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I woke up the next morning still not used to my new body. I woke up with the foreign weight of my new breasts and the soft touch of the silky panties and night gown I wore. Olivia offered to let me borrow the two items for this was a no boy zone. I woke up first and decided to take a shower.

I didn’t have my bags so the only soap I could use was the flowery sented soaps the girls used. I scrubbed up and down my body leaving the feminine smell all over my body. When I finished I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and walked outside. By this point the girls had already woken up and turned to look at me.

“Hey Emily, honey, you’re wearing your towel wrong.” She says in a caring motherly voice. Walking over to help adjust my towel. She lightly untied the towel and moved it up my feminine body to my chest. I didn’t protest because I was stunned by her calling me Emily.

“E-Emily?” I ask.

“Well yea, me and the girls thought it was close enough to your boy name.” She said trying to reassure me.

“Oh, thanks I guess.” is all I say back.

“Anyway, the girls and I decided we were going to go shopping for our first day. We need clothes for the beach day and the dance, we also need new clothes for you.” She said eyeing me up.

“We can’t do something else?” I whined, I hated the thought of spending a girly day out with a bunch of girls.

“Nope, we already decided” she Said.

“Now get dressed, we’re leaving soon!” One of the other girls chime in.

I noticed that on my bed were a pair of panties and bra, short jean shorts, a white top, earrings, and a pair of high heels. I grudgingly walk over to the outfit and start putting on the outfit. As I start the girls get up and start to help me, without me allowing them to. They start applying makeup, helping me in the underwear, adjusting my new hair extensions, etc.

“I kinda love this” one of the girls say as they continue to apply makeup and clothes.

“Yea, it’s like he’s our personal doll or princess.” Another girl says. They start to giggle.

“Yes your right! By the way you’re looking so cute” Olivia says as she applies lipgloss to my plumped up lips. The girls had a sweet way of trying to make this better for me. But even then I hated every part of this. It was so immaculating having them use me as their “doll” my skin was so soft and I dressed like a girly girl. I hated how I looked like a girl I would want to go out with. My new silky brown wavy hair bouncing around every time I moved my head.

“Before we leave you need to remember to act like a girl, or people will notice.” Olivia says. “ you need to talk, and act like a girl. And the most important thing is to smile and act innocent. Like a good girl.” She said patting me on the head. It was the worst moment of my life. The girl that I kinda had a crush on had just patted me on the head and called me a “good girl”.

We arrived at the shopping center and immediately headed over to the women’s section. The girls picked out a couple of dresses, skirts, heels, and more for me to try on. We went to the dressing room where I was once again turned into a Barbie. Trying on outfit after outfit. The girls especially liked the combination of a white and black two piece skirt and brown high heels. They decided to take a picture of their new “girlfriend” Emily. They made me pose and act like a girly girl and I complied, looking around and seeing others knowing that if I was out of character they would have become suspicious. It was an awful experience, being pulled around, store to store. Wearing high heels non stop, making my feet ache and the stares of guys made me uncomfortable. But being with olivia was nice, even if it entailed trying on hundreds of outfits.

In an attempt to talk to olivia I accidentally made her think I enjoyed high heels. Solidifying the aspect of high heels in my future outfit selections. The girls even put back the flats I was also going to get. This sucked.