Lingerie for Dummies The Remote of Transformation chapter 13 by deleted_user

Paul thought he caught a glimpse of the bright orange safety vest and broad shoulders disappearing into the entrance of “Enchanté Lingerie” — one of those fancy stores with pink lighting and way too much lace.

“There!” Paul muttered in his sultry accent, and pushed inside.

The store was chaos in pastel.

Mannequins posed in tiny bras and thongs. Racks of satin and lace everywhere. And scattered among them were at least half a dozen women who clearly had no idea what they were doing.

A tall, athletic-looking brunette in her late twenties stood in front of a mirror, holding up a 34C bra and staring at it like it was written in ancient Sumerian. “How the fuck do you even… measure this shit? These things keep moving!” She poked one of her own perky C-cups, then yelped when it jiggled.

Next to her, a short Asian woman with a cute bob was struggling to hook a lacy black bra behind her back, arms twisted at weird angles. “This is bullshit. My old chest was flat as a board. Now I’ve got these… these sacks and I can’t even get the hooks to line up!”

A curvy redhead in her forties was cupping her own massive E-cups and bouncing experimentally on her toes. “Jesus Christ, the weight! How do women walk around with these without throwing their backs out? And why the hell do they feel so… tingly when I squeeze?”

Paul froze near a display of push-up bras. Every single one of them was a man. Different ages, different original bodies, now all stuffed into various female forms and looking completely lost in the lingerie department.

The tall brunette caught sight of Paul’s curvy Latina body and waved him over desperately. “Hey! You—uh—miss? You look like you know what you’re doing. What size are these supposed to be? I keep grabbing 34C but they’re spilling out everywhere. Is that bad?”

Paul opened his plump lips, then closed them again. He could hear the gruff, middle-aged male voices coming out of their feminine mouths. One guy was clearly in his sixties originally — now a petite blonde coed with D-cups who was tugging at the underwire like it was trying to murder her. Another sounded like a college kid, now trapped in a thick, hourglass body, complaining loudly about “these fucking things rubbing my nipples raw.”

A chubby former trucker-type (now in a soft, pear-shaped MILF body with heavy breasts) was sitting on a bench, head in his hands. “I just wanted to buy socks. Now I’ve got tits and a goddamn vagina and everything feels… squishy. How do I even pick a bra? Do they make industrial ones?”

Paul’s curvy hips shifted as he tried to keep his own heavy breasts from bouncing too obviously. The sensations were distracting as hell — every breath made his tank top stretch tighter. “Uh… guys? You’re all… swapped, right? I’m one of you. Sort of. I’m Paul. I think the guy I’m looking for — the big construction worker body — came in here. Have any of you seen a huge bearded dude with a tool belt? He’s got the remote that caused all this.”

The tall brunette blinked, still holding the wrong-sized bra. “Remote? That glowing clicker thing? Some big guy had it when he ran past the entrance, but then everything flashed again and now I’m stuck in this cheerleader body. These tits won’t stop jiggling and it’s making me half-hard — I mean, half… whatever the girl version is.”

The redhead laughed bitterly, giving her E-cups another experimental bounce. “Tell me about it. My dick’s gone and now every time I move these things I get this warm tingle downstairs. It’s disgusting. And kinda nice. Mostly disgusting.”

Paul scanned the store again. No sign of the construction worker. Just more confused swapped men fumbling with bras, thongs, and measuring tapes, muttering curses in feminine voices while their new bodies betrayed them with every jiggle and rub.

The petite blonde former-senior-citizen tugged at her bra strap and whined, “Can someone just tell me if 36DD is too big? These things feel like they’re gonna pop out if I sneeze!”

Paul sighed, one manicured hand unconsciously adjusting his own tank top. He still needed to find that construction body and the remote before someone else started zapping randomly again.

But first, maybe he should help these poor bastards figure out cup sizes… or at least stop them from drawing even more attention.