Then he stripped off his sweats, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and started to slip into the clothes on the bed.
Everything was so simple. First, a pair of white cotton panties, which shouldn't have fit him, but did, the fat under them starting to melt away, leaving only the breasts he'd already had. The bra he put on actually expanded a bit to accomodate the existing material. Then a simple blouse, which was loose enough not the accentuate the breasts too much.
He felt very strongly about that for some reason. Not showing off the developing figure too much. It seemed wrong...evil. Finally, a skirt.
Leonard in the closet were all male clothing. He felt like he had been Resurrected in a new female form, Saved from the evil slothful life he had been living.
Leonard...no, she needed a new name now, for her rebirth...looked down at the pile of dirty clothes, and blinked in disgust. She got a garbage bag, wrapped them up, and through them in the trash. She slipped down the stairs and noticed the side door open, and closed and locked it.
