Jack's mind was overloaded, he just stood staring at the mirror, his fast paced breath making him more acutely aware of his new features with every cycle.
Curiosity soon got the better of him, as he slowly reached his hands up and caressed his face.
The smooth soft skin of Sarah's face met his hand, he could feel every part of what he was touching yet it was still slightly alien to him. Brushing the shoulder length blonde hair to his back, he looked down.
Tentatively he probed at his right boob, after a slight jiggle he quickly turning his attention downward.
Running his hands over his stomach, he was surprised how toned it was. Though more concerned how small he now was too.
Suddenly the thought of wearing women's pyjamas was a problem. The whole situation was weird but this was sticking in his mind.
Grabbing the lower hem of the nightie he quickly peeled it over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Brushing the hair behind himself once again he caught sight of the now naked woman in the mirror.
The sudden pique of arousal was quickly dashed by the realisation he would need to dress as Sarah to get to his house and figure out what was going on.
Swallowing the conflicting feelings he made his way to the dresser.
Flipping through the drawers he found Sarah's underwear. Eyeing the bras he decided not to deal with the hassle of learning to put them on properly and turned to the panties.
Sarah had quite the collection of frilly, skimpy underpants, but after some digging Jack found a pair of pale blue boyshorts.
Sliding them on, the soft hug gave him the first solid confirmation of the lack of manhood. Sighing and trying not to think about it he went back to flipping through the drawers.
"Tights.... Skirts... Leggings.... Would it kill her to buy some pants?" he sighed. Avoiding the mess on her carpet, Jack made his way to her closet.
"Dresses.... Shoes... but no pants..."
Skipping back over to the dresser he picked out some plain black leggings and wriggled his way into them.
"She better have t-shirts" he grumbled, flipping through the drawers again.
To his luck he found a white and red baseball tee. Slipping it over his head and pulling it on, it provided a hugging fit, accentuating Sarah's breasts, and her nipples that were poking the fabric.
Jack sighed, "screw putting a bra on, I'll just deal with these being there."
Looking around the room it dawned on him he needed to find Sarah's car keys.
"They're probably in her handbag" he thought, "where's her handbag...."
