I woke up in a very grumpy mood, having been effectively cock-blocked by a gorgeous redhead who decided her idea of fun was teasing me. Does it still count as cock-blocked since I don't have a cock anymore? Strands of my blonde hair were stuck to my face and the bed sheets were twisted in many different directions. Grumbling, I straightened everything up, making the bed as well as I could, before sitting back down on the covers. I plucked the phone off my desk and snapped a quick selfie, sending it to Gwendolyn with the caption.
"I slept like shit last night and I blame you
I tossed the phone onto the bed and lay back, groaning. I was so exhausted, I was going to need all the coffee this morning, and I really didn't want to make black coffee by the campfire. That meant getting dressed and going into town for a latte. Hang on, getting dressed? I quickly glanced down at myself, yelping as I realized I was still nude. I picked the phone up, checking the selfie I'd just sent.
Oh no. I was very clearly topless, although thankfully only the top of my boobs were visible. And my crumpled panties were quite obvious on the pillow in the corner. How could I explain this picture?
The phone binged, a new text message arriving. "Oh my. You certainly look exhausted. Were you at least a /good girl/ for me?"
Folks, I whimpered. Again. What is wrong with me? I'm sitting here on this bed, grinding my thighs together as suddenly I'm making a wet spot on the sheets and panting over a redhead I've known for all of two days and met in person twice. But such an attractive redhead! Okay, I forgive myself. Continuing on.
"It took a lot of self-control." Did I really just text her about my masturbation habits? And the fact that I didn't masturbate, but only because she told me not to? Apparently, yes. Yes, I just did.
"I'll make sure to reward you tonight. See you at 6pm.
Blushing, I texted back a quit kissing emoji and put the phone away. Either I was going to disobey and teach myself how to masturbate right here and right now, or I needed to find a distraction. Coffee was a good start. I clambered back into the van's small shower and turned the temperature colder than I wanted, my screams echoing off the walls as I cursed Gwendolyn, but having just enough self-control that the freezing water prevented me from using "lathering my curves with soap" as an excuse for self-exploration.
Shivering, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, realizing I needed a hair dryer or else I was going to be miserable. Autumn in the Pacific North West was a not "wet hair" friendly environment, I was quickly realizing. I slipped on a pair of lace panties, not even trying to rationalize wearing them, before wriggling back into my skinny jeans from the night before. Over top, I managed to get one of the regular bras in place, covering it with a tank top, and then the flannel shirt again. Not too bad, I thought to myself, glancing down at my attire.
Running my fingers through my hair briefly, I added a brush to my mental shopping list, realizing the list of women's products I didn't own was only continuing to grow. I stepped outside the van, carefully disposing of my ashes from the night before and repacking my camp setup in the van. When I was finally ready, I climbed back in, driving to a nearby coffee shop I'd seen on the map.
Grabbing a quick latte and sandwich to go, I got back into the van, seated in the back, and used the opportunity to think. I needed to plan more than one move ahead, and maybe I was at a decent enough stage where I could finally do that. As I ate, I started to put together the beginnings of a plan. It still had a lot of question marks, but I figured it was good enough that I could work with.
First, I needed to make sure I had the perfect outfit for my date tonight. What, are you upset that's the top of my priority list? Look, this is uncharted territory for me. It's important that I give it my best shot.
However, that dovetailed immediately into point two - cleaning the van. I needed to get all of my old clothes out of the dressers and into storage containers on the roof rack, so that I could see what I had purchased in my wild two days of shopping, and what I might still need to buy. Also, so that no nosy girlfriend would uncover a trove of men's clothing and start asking questions. NOT THAT I HAD A GIRLFRIEND. But just in case. Some day.
Third, I should probably do some more work for the hedge fund. I know, it's a weekend, but consultants only take days off between contracts, if they're any good at their job. Putting a few hours of coding in towards the project would help me get ahead for tomorrow, and that wasn't a bad thing considering how scatter-brained I was on Friday.
After that, I'd see how the date went. If it went well, I wasn't opposed to sticking around this part of Oregon. There were a lot of trails I hadn't ridden yet, and I was open to exploring where things went with Gwendolyn. If the date didn't go well, there were always other towns, other girls, and more trails to ride.
With that settled, I drove back out to my clearing from the night before, parking the van and setting up the solar array on the roof to charge up the batteries a little. I then went into full deep-cleaning mode, opening up all compartments and digging every article of clothing I owned out and inventorying it. You might be surprised, but there was a lot of beige, gray, and black. Not many other colors. Or who knows, maybe you're not surprised. I was that kind of a guy, after all.
I put together a few piles of clothing. The first was donation, stuff that I knew I wasn't going to use anymore. The second was an emergency set, just in case I transformed back. I didn't want to turn into a six foot tall guy wearing lace panties and skinny jeans, after all. And the third set was things I could continue to use, like my flannel shirts. Piles two and three were tiny and it made me a little sad to get rid of so much clothing, but it was for the best. Someone else could get more use out of them than I could.
Folding the third set nicely and putting it back into my dresser, I then stashed the second set in a storage container on the roof rack, and then used the shopping bags from the previous few days' excitement to store all of my clothes to donate. Placing my new clothing into the dresser, I realized - with more than a little bit of glee - that I had plenty of extra room in the dresser for more clothing. And that meant more shopping in my future!
With those tasks complete, I swung back through downtown Bend, dropping most of my old clothing off at a Salvation Army. I just hoped that someone would get good use out of them, they were all in pretty good condition - they just didn't fit me anymore. After that, it was time to go shopping for a date night outfit!