Jon surveyed the room around him. He opened some of the drawers, each contained various garments. in different sizes Jon assumed to accomadate his different options. He went to the closet. Here hung various articles with varying degrees of moedsety. A shoe rack beneath ranged from an old pair of sneakers to heels he'd only seen in magazines. Karyn had certainly been through.
Jon picked out a sweater that looked like it would fit, and grabbed some jeans that looked like they could contain his new hips. The sweater was snug and clung too tight around his chest and waist. The arms were too small but at least he was covered up.
The jeans slid on easily enough they settled around his hips. He turned in the mirror looking at massive butt he now owned. He felt his legs warm up as they filled out. In his eagerness to find something to wear he hadn't realised he'd grabbed curvy jeans, his body reacted. He walked over to the sheet of paper and saw the red number read 999. A small start.
Since he didn't have huge plans for the day he went downstairs to grab something to eat. His hips swaying and his legs rubbing together. Quickly he was blushing from the ministrations his thighs were having on his groin.
His mother was standing in the kitchen when he came down. "Oh Jon dear, are you sure you want to be going around barefoot, at least put some socks on."
Jon was pulled out of his reverie. He hadn't even considered how people would react to him. "No mum I'm fine, it's not that cold today. I'm not planning on going out."
"Okay that's fine. I bought you some spring clothes, I know you like to cover up all the time but it gets so hot I thought you might like some options. They're in the living room just take them up stairs with you.
Jon grabbed a granola bar and went back upstairs. Apparently people thought it was normal for him to be a curvaceous man. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad...
