Borrowed Life (Part 4)
Eager to wear something more comfortable, Harvey headed home to shower and change. In his borrowed room, he took off the skirt and panties he wore while out in public. He never found panties particularly appealing, so he bought a set of boxer briefs to keep in Ashley's wardrobe. Putting on a pair, he took a minute to contemplate women's fashion decisions. Why would a girl ever wear anything else? he thought. These are more comfortable and practical in every single way. I hate when it rides up my butt.
He took off his top but decided not stay in his underwear for a bit. Jumping onto the bed, he looked at his own reflection in the mirror. His tits were quite large for a teenage girl; they bounced and swayed with every step. He formed an arm bra to cover them up. Man, I am such a girl. Look at these hips. I could never pass as a boy with an ass like this. That wasn't even considering his doe eyes, painted nails, earrings, and long, artificially red hair.
Turning to the side, he used his right arm to form a fake bulge in his briefs. For a moment, one could look at his side profile and almost be convinced. He laughed at the ridiculous attempt to feel like a boy again. Why am I doing this? I kind of like being a girl. He jumped down and finished getting dressed. With the swapping machine broken, Harvey had spent more time as the opposite sex than the school board recommended. He was starting to have confusing thoughts like this, and his sense of identity was shifting.
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