"Jon, breakfast's ready!" his dad called.
"I'll be right down" he replied, picking up his boxers from the floor, feeling the tug of his new assets.
"Okay kiddo, I'll catch ya later." said Richard, slamming the front door.
"You can close it gently you know!" Jon's mom shouted.
Slipping his underpants back on, slightly weirded out by the gentle cupping of his nethers, Jon walked over to his bed to get his vest, noticing his reflection in his closet mirror.
He still looked like his normal self, well, aside from the lack of bulge in his underpants and the perky c-cup breasts on his chest. He even still had his normal body hair, though it faded into a lighter fuzz on his boobs.
Putting his vest back on a realisation suddenly stuck him, "what if they can notice the difference" he thought, his eyes darting around the room for a way to conceal his busom.
Spying the bathrobe he had hung on the back of his door, he swung it on and tied the belt, adjusting it as best he could to hide his new assets.
"This'll have to do" he sighed, leaving his bedroom and heading downstairs into the kitchen.
