Field of Freedom

Nobody would find Hudson here. The field of grass stretched endlessly in all directions, with small hills and tall tufts that would block any direct line of sight toward potential onlookers if he laid down. He needed a place to embrace his womanhood and he wasn't ready to face his family yet. What would his parents say to their teenage son coming home as a young lady? For now, Hudson wanted unrestricted access to exploring this body, and here was the perfect place. He started taking off his clothes. First off came his frilly, light purple blouse. Next was the bra, which took a minute to figure out. Standing topless in the field felt strange; even though he had been shirtless plenty of times as a man, some subconsciousness feeling told him to feel embarrassed about it. Soon his pants and panties were off as well, and as he removed his socks and shoes it started to truly dawn on him that he was a woman forever. His heart began racing as a lifetime's worth of anxiety was crushing him down. But then he looked around at the field again, and he remembered there was nobody here but him.

Now was the time to relax, not panic. Hudson took a few breaths to calm down and laid down on his back. As he stretched his arms to the side and closed his eyes, time almost seemed to stand still. Cut off from the worries of the world, there was nothing but the radiant sun, the occasional breeze, and the rising and falling of his sizable bosom with each breath. Thoughts passed through his mind about his new anatomy. Hudson considered his long, sandy-blonde hair, his wider hips, his thicker thighs, his daintier hands and feet. He contemplated what life would be like now with a vagina, with all the implications of different reproductive choices, sexual selection, and child-rearing and that came with it.