"I think this is right…" You weren't sure what was more uncomfortable: hanging into a woman or shopping for women's clothing. You felt as though everyone's eyes bore down on you as if they knew you'd only been a woman for a few days. Would they judge you for buying feminine clothes? You certainly couldn't continue wearing your oversized male clothing.
After picking up a few different clothing items and lamenting how strangely your new body moves, you scurry off to the changing rooms. "Okay, I can do this…" Stripping and tossing your clothes aside, you stare wide-eyed at your reflection. "I will never get used to this…" You squish your perky breasts together with a slight cry, watching the beautiful fox girl in the mirror match your movements. 'How can such a gorgeous being be me?'
You first grimace and hold the bra before you, noting the cute bow. 'I can do this-- no big deal... I'm a girl, right?' You snap it into place and gasp as your nipples tingle. Afterward, putting on a blouse was easy enough, though the sensation of your breasts upon fabric would take some getting used to. "What about the skirt," you muse. With a sigh, you pull said skirt up and over your tail. The thought of how your new appendage would lay never crossed your mind. "Lastly…" Holding up the panties, you wince and notice how small they seem. Maybe that was normal, though? Women didn't need to worry about their cock and balls getting strangled and the undies had a good deal of stretch, so it should be fine. Sliding them up your thick thighs, you begin to notice a problem.
"Oh no…" You take in a deep breath before turning your head to face the mirror. The realization of how difficult dressing this body proved fully dawned upon you. Not only could you not get the panties over your plump ass, but the skirt was also lifted by your freshly sprouted tail. "I can make this work." you reason. While in denial, you wiggle your hips and desperately attempt to pull the taut fabric over your butt. With a loud rip, the panties tear in protest. Simultaneously, the cotton rides into your sensitive nethers, causing you to cry out from the new sensations.
You purse your lips in concern. "This is going to be much more difficult than I originally anticipated," you matter. Taking a breath, you assess your current situation while staring into the mirror. Your ears adorably fold to your head as you pout and puff your cheeks in frustration. Redoing your whole wardrobe proves more difficult than anticipated; you may even need to call one of your female friends to help.