"Anyway, I don't know if you actually want to try these on..." Sarah gestured to the clothes he'd dumped on the floor, "...but we probably should at least get you a bra."
This probably should have brought Jon to another crying fit, but thankfully his panic was receding, replaced by a shell-shocked numbness. He felt like a passenger in his own body. The fear was still there, but distant. A half-hearted nod signaled his acquiescence.
He sank to the floor as Sarah left the room, staring blankly at the curtain as he waited for her to return with underwear. There was tense, quiet conversation outside, but he couldn't follow it. His brain just couldn't focus on anything but the strange signals it was being fed by his new body. The turgid swelling of his new nipples. The disquieting lack of distance between his feet and his smaller torso. The subtle sag of the weight on his chest. The extra padding of his new buttocks. Long hair falling in his eyes. Even his skin felt different. The slightest draft set his nerve endings alive. Goosebumps were rising on his skin. He remembered rolling his eyes at Karyn constantly complaining their school was too cold. Such a girl complaint. The tom-boy Karyn had hated it. Did he feel like this because his new skin was thinner, softer? Or maybe he was imagining it. Maybe it was just part of his breakdown. His fingers tingled.
Sarah returned, burdened with many soft silky scary things he would be expected to wear from now on. He gulped.
"Um...how do I...?"
Sarah smirked. "Well usually you want to start by taking your shirt off."
Oh wow. There went the electricity again. He didn't move, so Sarah did instead.
"Here." Boldly, she lifted his now ill-fitting t-shirt over his head. Jon blushed, instinctively moved to cover his new nipples before realizing what he was doing and dropping his hands to his sides as if they'd been scalded. Sarah snorted back a laugh. "Don't be that way. It's not like you've got anything I haven't seen before."
"Sorry."
"And stop apologizing."
"Sorry."
"Ok, now you're doing it on purpose. Just turn around you dork."
He complied. The way Sarah was acting was almost as stunning as his sudden transformation. It was nothing like the Sarah in his head. If anything, the Sarah of the past few minutes reminded him of no one so much as Karyn.
He felt Sarah's hands lightly brush his skin as she slipped the bra around his shoulders. "I had to guess your size, so I'm not sure how well this is going to fit." She explained, adjusting the band before finally cupping the undersides of his new breasts. "How does this feel?"
Jon couldn't speak. Sarah had her hands all over his shirtless body. On his...his tits. His nipples could probably cut glass. He felt something warm and wet build between his legs. He was alone in a room with Sarah feeling him up. Why now?
"Jon?"
Sarah was looking him straight in the eyes. She had very beautiful eyes. A pale, sky blue, ringed with thick dark lashes. He could feel the flush creeping over his face. A warmth spread from his gut to his chest, matching the growing heat between his legs.
"Jon! Do you need a cold shower or something?"
The feelings were gone. All of them. The heat in his new womanhood, the stiff arousal of his nipples. Gone. As if they never were. Suddenly, Sarah's hands on his skin felt about as titillating as his own. Her face was no longer breathtaking, just objectively pretty. Like a well crafted work of art, not an object of lust. What was happening to him?
Suddenly possessed of a terrible intuition, he forced himself to stare at the deep cleavage of Sarah's top, at the golden tanned hemispheres that jutted proudly from the pink oval that bared them.
Nothing.
"Eyes up here, Jon. Gawd. Guess you're still a guy where it counts, huh?"
