Our TG Caption

While April is changing, you fish through some of the white sweatpants and sport bras you grabbed. You think to yourself, "the genie said I won't age but he didn't say I won't get fat, so I might as well get some clothes to make sure I look good-I mean don't get fat, yeah".

You remove all your clothes until you are just laying it all bare, the cool breeze of the ac of the store blows through your lips and on your nipples, sending tingles of pleasure through your body, you enjoy it for a second until you shut down that thought process and begin to slip on the tights and wristbands. They seem to fit just well, though you can't stand how they are squeezing everything in place, feeling like a constant reminder of your new measurements. Then it comes to the sports bra, you attempt to put on, but you struggle too, as fake memories and knowledge of you knowing that they have always been hard to put on come rushing back.

As you slip them on and admire yourself in the mirror you can feel how they squeeze your breasts giving a constant reminder to their existence as there is also massive spillover out of the bra. Looking in the mirror you only now notice how the unplanned outfit matches, leading you to think how good you look, worse of all you don't mind this feeling of pride you have now as you pull the strap only to slap it against your breast.