"Picked it up at the shop." He thought about those words with a smile as he left. This place barely looked like it was in business and that was entirely by design. The idea was that it looked like a failing store, hiding it's true purpose in plain sight. A place where experimental surgeries are reality and clients can get what they desire.

This was what he had desired. He felt almost orgasmic as he walked, feeling the pantyhose on his hairless, smooth legs, the closeness of his panties to his new pussy, the slight bounce of his breasts, the hard click each time he took a step in these heels, he loved every bit of it. As he left, those words echoed in his mind.

Pick it up at the shop. He'd had to use that.