Maybe it was the Girl World software affecting his brain, maybe even the spirit that he had wished up to haunt his house was doing something to him, but it never occurred to Jon that wearing women's clothing would be just as embarrassing as being seen wrapped in a towel, maybe even more so. That said, Jon found himself absentmindedly rummaging through the racks of clothing that filled the room. Thoughts flitted through his mind which were foreign to him; thoughts on colour, texture, style when he would previously only think of coverage. Of these thoughts he took no notice, but instead hummed a happy tune as he held outfit after outfit up to his body to estimate the fit.
He didn't know how much time had passed by the time he found himself standing in front of a full-length mirror, the outfit he had chosen in one hand. He was filled with pride at his choice, knowing that it would perfectly fill his needs, excited that he'd be able to hit those stairs without a speck of shame. Dropping the towel on the ground, body now dry, Jon decided it was time to get dressed. He began to get dressed in...
