Jon groaned inwardly at how uncomfortably tight his underwear felt, the familiar sensations already telling him that this wasn't going to be easy. Using the restroom with an erection rarely is, but at least he wasn't as stirred up as he could have been.
Rushing over to one of the shiny white porcelain shapes along one wall, he reached for his fly. And reached further. His fingers fumbled, searching in vain for that flap of denim that concealed the zipper. Finally he looked down in puzzled confusion, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
His worst fears were not confirmed when he saw the bulge in the front of his pants. However, that zipper was definitely missing in action. He found it after a moment more of frantic searching and patting, and was puzzled to find it on his hip, of all places.
"What the heck?" he said, fumbling it open.
"Oh, come on!" he nearly shouted when he discovered that he couldn't simply open the front of his pants and do his thing, but had to push them down to his thighs in order to get enough clearance. It was the panties that did it, though. That little pair of white cotton panties, bikini-cut and all, told him right away the reason for his difficulties: he was wearing a girl's clothes.
Bull-headed and determined to take care of the most pressing business first, it wasn't until he had matters firmly in hand that he realized that something else was amiss.
"Was it always that...big? I mean, that was pretty hot, but I'm not THAT aroused..." he said to himself (or to his member, he wasn't sure which). After letting the pressure off his screaming bladder with a heartfelt sigh of relief, he gave himself a shake and then a few more feels, just to double-check. There was no doubt about it: he was sporting a good two to three inches more than usual!
All that smooth, hairless skin wasn't lost on him, either. Not after trying to tuck himself away again, finding out to his chagrin that the only way all of him could fit without popping out of them left a notable lump bulging against the front of his pants.
He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, before taking stock of himself in the mirror as best he could. As far as he could tell, not all that much had changed. Hairless from the neck down, with another two or three inches between his legs, and wearing girl's clothes. He investigated further and noted that his shoes, shirt, and jacket had all changed as well, being a distinctly female style, yet practically twins of his original wardrobe. It wasn't immediately obvious, just to look at them, until you noticed that the buttons of his blouse were on the opposite side from when they were on his old shirt, just to cite one example. Still, he tried not to panic at the thought of someone glimpsing the band of his panties if his shirt (blouse) rode up.
He shook his head to clear it. What had that woman done to him!? That was the strangest thing he could think of that might have done something like this...but what should he do about it? What COULD he do about it? Maybe he had better talk to Karyn before he did anything else, since she was his date and all...
