I get that it wasn’t exactly a reasonable outfit to wear for walking to the grocery store, but through some sort of freakish body swap I had only been a woman for about forty minutes now. As such, I was more than curious about the fantastical outfits in this body’s closet. I had to wear something fun; I had to wear something that I never would’ve been able to wear as a guy.
And so that’s how I settled on the gown. I had no idea what it was supposed to worn for -- a wedding? Some other special occasion? I didn’t care; it just felt nice to explore this side of myself that I don’t think society would’ve ever let me explore as a man.
I turned heads, and it felt good. Even if I did nothing else with my time in this body, this felt like I did enough...
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