A Spirited Emergence Episode 4: Shopping trip by D.L. Copyright  © 2010 D.L. All Rights Reserved. Having a new body means that your clothes no longer fit. Its time to rectify that situation.

After we have recovered from our joint emotional outburst, we decide that it is getting late enough to get dinner ready. Susan had brought over a supermarket pizza that we can warm up in the oven and have between us. Dad works late on Fridays, so it will be just the two of us for most of the evening. I can’t practically eat as David any more. I have already proved how messy and pointless that would be. I will be dining as Jenny in my new body. I certainly do not want to try to eat the same food twice, which is a simply disgusting idea.

Telling Susan about my new self isn’t really an issue for me. I confided my dual identity to her years ago. Telling the rest of my family scares me. I don’t know how they will react, especially as what has happened to me is a scientific impossibility, at least by common knowledge. I certainly don’t know of, nor can find, any other instances. I don’t want to become a lab rat; a freak show to be prodded, poked, and studied.

I would try to keep this a secret for as long as possible, although I expect that the chances of discovery are high. Perhaps discovery is a bad way of putting it. Nobody is likely to believe that Jenny and David are the same person unless I specifically prove it.

I have two main problems. The first is hiding Jennifer while David is around. I can’t just put my body in a cupboard and leave it there for a week. I still need to eat, drink, go to the loo, etc. I also need to be close to where I am projecting. Therefore, in order for David to go to school, Jennifer will also need to go in order to be in range for projection.

The second problem is the limitations of what I can do while projecting. I can’t eat or drink, at least not without creating a big mess later. That means family meals are out. I haven’t found out the length of time I can stay projected, but I am certain it can’t be indefinitely. I need to work that one out soon.

While we wait for the pizza to cook we go though my entire wardrobe working out exactly what clothes fit me, which I can sensibly wear with my new body, and in what I am lacking.

I am a different shape now. Apart from the obvious anatomical differences, less down below, more up top, my body is different in other ways. Previously I was slightly plump, I am now slim. I am a few inches taller than before. My head is the same size, but my torso has shrunk and my legs have expanded. I now have long sexy legs. My hands are longer and thinner than before. My feet are also a smaller size.

Practically, this means that although most of my shirts and sweaters will fit fine, some are a bit tight round the top. I will need to get new pants. I find that some of my jeans are OK, although they will need the legs turned down. Luckily, there is enough material to do this to a couple of them.

I get the sewing box out and with Susan’s assistance, we manage to lengthen the jeans to fit my new legs.

I therefore make a shopping list of what I will need to get. Firstly, I need some new bras. I also would like to get some new panties. I will need some shoes and trainers. I can get by with what I have by wearing extra pairs of socks, but really, they are too loose to be comfortable. I have always felt more comfortable in skirts and dresses, so I think I will buy some of them rather than anything with legs in, except nylons of course. I will need some of those.

After we have eaten our pizza and followed it up with some apple pie and ice cream that I found in the freezer, we decide that we will spend the rest of the evening watching movies. I decide that this is a good time to test my projection skill, especially as my father will be home soon anyway. I go and lie on my bed and project myself back down to Susan.

We start watching movies at around 6pm. It’s initially Jennifer and Susan curled up on the couch. That is until shortly after half eight when my father gets home and joins David and Susan in watching a rerun of The Simpson’s Movie. Susan heads home at around half ten and I head on up to bed shortly afterwards. I have managed just over four and a half hours straight projection and I am absolutely knackered.

I won’t need to project for that long at school. I can break it down in to a series of two-hour stints with short rests and refuels in-between. I am now confident that I can make going to school on Monday work.

I sneak across the hall to use the bathroom while my father is downstairs. I am now getting better control over the remote viewing. It is still tricky to do with my eyes open as it gives me double vision, but if I close my eyes, it becomes easier. I keep an eye on my father while I sneak about upstairs in my new body. I don’t think I could easily explain a girl in blue pyjamas sneaking in and out of my bedroom.

The next morning I do some careful juggling of personalities. While my father uses the bathroom, I quickly go downstairs and get my breakfast. I make sure I am back in my room before he emerges.

Then while he is downstairs having breakfast himself I sneak into the bathroom. Checking that he is still in the kitchen drinking coffee using remote viewing, I sneak down and out the front door. I quickly hide in the drive behind his car and my projection goes back in the front door carrying the post and newspaper. After depositing these with dad I leave by the back door and collect my bike from the garage, wheeling it down the drive past the kitchen window as David, until out of sight of my father but not yet in sight of our neighbours. I then lean the bike against the wall, return to my body, get on my bike and cycle down the road before I am spotted.

Susan is waiting for me at the end of the road and we swiftly head off into town. We stop off at a public toilet block so that I can quickly slip inside and put on a bra I have borrowed from Susan. She sneaked one out of the house for me to use while shopping. We thought it would look odd if I went shopping without a bra. It didn’t fit very well, but it was better than nothing.

We head straight to Platterns department store. It’s a local family-run company and it’s where my Uncle, Susan’s father, works. He is in the home ware department and is their carpet and curtain fitter. Both Susan and I have worked there before as well. While we have been too young to lend a hand on the shop floor, we have assisted behind the scenes during summer break to earn a bit of extra pocket money. Last Christmas we both participated as elves in Santa’s grotto.

Normally they can’t find teenage boys willing to dress up in the costumes. Because most of the time the roles were fulfilled by girls, and the costumes get used for several years before being replaced, they ended up being rather feminine in appearance. So much so that when I volunteered, and was dressed in one of the costumes from the previous year, I ended up looking like a young girl.

I was secretly delighted by this, much to Susan’s amusement. My family and the shop’s management were initially concerned by my appearance; however, I assured them it wasn’t a problem and it didn’t bother me. In fact, it became a shop-wide joke. Some of the staff were running a betting syndicate on how many times I would be called miss instead of mister. I played up my girlishness, and made myself look as much like Susan as possible. In the end, I think most customers assumed I was a girl. My uncle won the bet as he came closest with the percentage of male versus female pronouns used by customers. He reckoned 94% of the pronouns would be feminine: it was actually 92.5% when counted.

Because we are classed informally as employees, we are allowed to leave our bikes in the bike rack in the staff compound, which is a lot more secure than leaving them on public display.

We head into the store and up into the lingerie department. We go and find Maureen to fit me with a new bra. Maureen is a nice older lady. She is actually in her seventies and should have retired ages ago, but she still works part time on weekends when the shop is at its busiest. Susan introduces me as a friend of hers. I of course already know Maureen, but she has never met the new Jenny before.

Maureen may be a busybody and fond of a bit of gossip, but she is very good at what she does and is very discreet with customers’ particulars. I explain that it’s been a while since I had a proper fitting and feel I’m overdue for another one. She soon has me measured and I pick out a couple of nice bras. I also buy a sports bra and a strapless bra while I am at it. Maureen lets me use Susan’s store card to get the family discount, and allows me to wear one of the bras out of the store. I feel a lot more comfortable in a properly fitting bra.

Four bras isn’t a large number for constant wear, but I can’t afford to spend too much money, as my funds are limited. I also think that it would look suspicious to buy too many in one go.

I was always too frightened to shop properly in the past. I certainly couldn’t use this store as I was too well known. My new body gives me confidence to do what I want without risk of discovery. There is no way I can be mistaken for David, and I am physically female, so I can’t be accused of being a boy in drag. Well, I suppose I could be accused of being a boy, but now I can act offended and prove otherwise if necessary.

Platterns also carries an excellent selection of school wear, so I make sure to pick up a couple of school skirts while I am there. I can re-use my boy’s tops and sweaters. I also make sure to get some socks and a pair of black school shoes while I am there.

Having gotten this much we head to the staff car park and deposit our purchases into my uncle’s car. Susan carries a spare key for just this purpose. Uncle Richard is out fitting some curtains this morning so we haven’t seen him, but he knows that Susan is shopping with friends, so it won’t come as a surprise to find a trunk full of shopping.

It isn’t long before I have spent all my available cash. I can’t risk using my debit card in this store as too many of the staff know David. Although I could probably get away with it elsewhere, the name on the card reads D. A. Palmer, not David A. Palmer, my middle name being Andrew.

In order to continue shopping I would need to withdraw some savings from the bank. We head down the street to our local branch. I won’t need to go to the counter as I can withdraw using one of the ATMs. Rather than queue up outside at the single ATM in the wall we enter the bank. There are several machines inside and I feel a lot less vulnerable.

The main customer-accessible floor space of the bank is square. The entrance is on the front left. When you enter the bank, the queues for the counters are directly ahead of you. The counters are down the left hand wall. To the right are a number of cash machines for both depositing and withdrawing money. In the back right, there is the customer service desk and seating for those with appointments in the offices in the rear.

There are several people ahead of us so it takes several minutes to withdraw the extra funds I need to continue. We are just about to leave the bank when three armed men in face covering balaclavas storm in the front door shouting for everybody to get down.