A quick rummage through the dresser left Jim with an assortment of clothes all tailored to fit her body. There was everything from granny panties and a thick, industrial-esque white bra (size 34 B), to nearly transparent silk thongs and lacy demi-cups. He was about to choose between the best color of thong to wear when a momentary fear of the damned thing snapping off again crept up. But how did the first one snap? Her ass was admittedly large (and round, firm, joyously jiggly), but the string of the thong was between the massive cheeks. Her waist was... Wow, maybe tiny. It was almost hard to tell with the wide hips and large bubble butt.
She smacked herself on the forehead. "Of course! VR... Probably needed me to pick out my own outfit and I took too long or something." he shook her head and sifted through the clothing. The see through stuff was a little too easy, but the feel of the silk was unexpectedly nice. In compromise she settled for a satin pair with little lace flowers obscuring her crotch.
This left pants, and a top. At 34 B she felt she could get away without a bra, and truthfully wasn't quite yet ready to give herself over to the fantasy that fully. Not just yet, at any rate. Skirts were promising, but none really looked right on her. They were either too short, hung awkwardly off her expansive backside, or just plain didn't look good. Jeans, however, were much more promising. Several pairs cupped her ass beautifully, and more than a few showed off the top of her thong. The pair she settled on were slightly faded, and rode a little too low on the hip. The back pockets and seams were embroidered in a floral motif with rhinestones glittering from various flowers.
Tops proved more of a problem than anticipated, and Jim very nearly went back to the control panel to enlarge his bust. He stopped short, though, upon finding the cutest little pink tank top. It didn't quite cover her belly all the time, and if she stretched her belly button would show. It was exactly the sort of thing his mom always yelled at his little sister for wearing, and something about that made it more desirable.
Socks and shoes were more last minute thoughts. Simple ankle socks, old tennies. He considered glasses, actually, and found several cute in a nerdy sort of way sets, but eventually decided against. Of course, the look wasn't complete without accessories. Locket on a chain. A couple bracelets. Cell Phone, pink, with a rhinestone flower on it. And a tattoo, hidden on the left cheek of her magnificent ass. A small heart with two highly stylized letters inside twining together.
Before starting the scenario, he reviewed his... er... self. Eighteen, female, full bottomed, athletic. Hmm... Well, why not fulfill another fantasy while he was there? He brought up a sort of pie chart listing his genetic ancestry by continent. Predictably, it was more than half European, with various subsections indicating what parts thereof, with fractions out of Africa, Asia, and the Americas. He slid the African and Asian portions up, making them both more or less equal and just slightly larger than the European section.
The new Jim gazed at herself in the mirror. Her mahogany skin practically glistened. Her hair was long, dark, and curly, with a peculiar shine to it. The Asian portion of her heritage was most visible in the eyes, but also in the shape of her face. The only problem was the nose, which somehow ended up crooked, bent, and way too large, and even a little piggy looking for her face. With a sigh she adjusted it to a round, buttony nose, and chalked it up to the tiniest bit of Caucasian left in her. She nudged the slider on the ass section ever so slightly enough to make her pants just a little too small, giggled, and hit the 'start scenario' button.
Sat Jan 16 08:08:27 2010