At that exact moment, I realized I was unclothed, and quickly covered my boy's chest with the cloth she had put over me. I realized it was an uncustomized 'New Beginning Dress', surely hers.
"T-that's the only thing I had," she said, shyly, looking away. "Your clothes were all wet… and although they dry quickly in this world, they're soaked in your own blood, so I thought you wouldn't like wearing that..."
"You… saw…"
"I saw nothing, I swear!"
"It's pretty obvious that you did," I said in a severe tone, while she tried not to make eye contact with me. "Come on, you can mock me if you want."
"Why would I mock you? I can see why you've decided to cross-dress. You look prettier than some of the girls in town... I mean, sorry! I'm not judging you, okay? You're free to be and do whatever you like, remember?"
"Do I… really look that pretty?"
"Yes!" she beamed, finally looking me in the eye. "If I hadn't taken off your clothes, I would have never known, I swear!"
I'm not so sure about that. Back on Earth, where I had access to my makeup and a wide collection of girly clothes I had accumulated with the passing years, some girls knew just by glancing at me.
If this girl is telling the truth, there could be two explanations: One, the heat of the moment, and the constant rain obscuring her vision made her believe I was a real girl. Or the second one. Thanks to the way The Novus has rendered my androgynous face, I truly look like a petite, flat girl.
Steve thought I was one until the moment he looked at my hard-on. Hmm… Remembering the scene all over again makes me feel livid and guilty. Maybe I should have started with the truth and hoped for the best.
But at the same time, he only took an interest in me because of my looks, didn't he? So what does it matter what I have under my dress?
No... I can't think like that either...
I can't force a hetero guy to like me...
I'll just… wait for the one that accepts me for who I am. Because I have decided that no matter how much I change my body, voice, and appearance, I won't get rid of my…
"Are you okay?" the girl whispered beside me, startling me. Just a moment ago she was keeping her distance, but now?
"Sorry, were you saying something?"
"It's just that you looked in pain. Do you want me to go get help after all?"
"No, I'm truly okay. I got a notification earlier that I now have Pain Endurance or something."
"I see," she muttered while glancing at my back. "I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Grace."
"I'm Taylor. Nice to meet you."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, we're friends now."
"We are?" she muttered before beaming. "Yes, I'd love that!"
"Fighting to the death has united us," I said, half-smiling. "So, what do you want to ask?"
"You didn't have the money to buy gear because you spent it buying that pretty dress and the stockings, right?"
UGH! Critical hit to my soul!
"Y-yeah… That's correct."
"That's what I thought," she whispered, before leaning towards me. "But you're being too irresponsible! I know you want to look pretty and feminine, but you're being too short-sighted! You almost died back then, and if you had, your precious money would have been reduced to half! If you keep that up, you'll never be able to buy more cute stuff!"
Was I being scolded?
"S-sorry, you're right. I'm usually more cold-headed, but this time I…" Wait, I just realized something. "Can I ask you something, too? What were you doing here, in the heart of the woods, too? You said that you were too weak to fight at close distance."
"I was following you, of course…"
"W-what?"
"Hey!" She clapped. "If your mission is to be the cutest of all the girls in town, I could help you with that!"
"I don't think that…"
She did not listen, and stood up, stepping in front of me. "I noticed you haven't even bought cute panties yet," she said while pulling up her robes. "Like these…"
She revealed something lacy and lovely right in front of my face. The tiny straps circling her hips made it look indecent and alluring at the same time.
"A thong..." I muttered before crossing my eyes with her as she giggled.
The expression of her face and her gleaming gaze was something I had never seen in a girl before
Regularly, I was the one that started random sex encounters!
"Don't you want to wear something nice like this too, Taylor?" she asked in a childish tone of voice.
Her soft thighs in front of me distracted me from answering quickly. "...Yes. I would love to."
"Well, why don't you try it on, then? Come on, take it off of me first." She turned around, showing me her firm and round asscheeks.
"Oh, my goodness…" My hands were shaking when I pulled down the tiny underwear all the way to her ankles. This was the first time I was intimately close with a woman, and not being in control of the situation made my heart race. What were her true intentions? Did Steve feel like this when I led him to the caves?
"Now," she said, "I won't turn around until you have put it on, okay? And since your dress is a mess right now, use mine."
I touched the lacy garment. It was soaked with her juices.
"Are you sure?" I asked shyly.
"Yeah, hurry up. If you don't do it on the count of 10, I'll… You know what? Let it be a surprise. Ten..."
"Okay, okay! I'll do it!"
"Eight..."
I slid the straps around my thighs and felt the familiar sensation of it entering my butt. I looked at my lady-dick and noticed that the underwear had changed sizes, now being able to cover it. "Neat."
"Five."
Oh, right, the dress! I hurried to put it on, while a hard-on made it difficult to wear the thing. But you know what? The lace pressing against my shaved balls made it worthwhile.
"One…"
The dress fell until covering my thighs, just before she turned around and stared at my flushed face.