"Hey! Someone is feeling more comfortable already." Pete said humorously. Jon didn't understand what he was talking about until he looked up to see that Pete's normally scrawny arms were now noticeably more muscular.
"That was an accident," Jon retorted, curtly. Pete noticed that his arms didn't return to their normal size as the group continued their walk through the mall. In his head, Pete was happy to know that Jon was comfortable enough to chang him.
"Ohhhh, I know where we are going first!" Jon's mother yelled as she pointed to a store in the distance. To both Jon and Pete's dismay, the store turned out to be a Victoria's Secret outlet.
"Nope" responded Jon, who refused to even look at the store. His reluctance did little to dissuade his mother, who physically pushed him into the store.
A cute young woman approached with a broad smile on her face. "I know those looks! First day?"
"Yeah..." Pete responded as he awkwardly looked at the floor. Jon was happy that Pete took the lead.
"Oh, don't be shy you two. This is one of the most important days of your entire life! Here, go into changing room B and I'll bring you a nice selection!"
Defeated, Jon started to walk to the changing rooms alone when the cute woman put her hands on Pete's shoulders and pushed him in Jon's direction. After a minute, the woman returned with an assorted array of items that she placed in Jon's arms before leaving with a sly wink in his direction.
Jon and Pete sifted through the clothes, bewildered. It was the first time either of them had laid their hands on women's underwear. Before them were half-a-dozen bras, a small pile of panties, 4 loose-cut T-shirts and three pairs of sweatpants. Jon grabbed the sweatpants first, as they appeared to be the least feminine items in the room.
Suddenly, Jon squealed loud enough to make Pete jump and drop the lacy black bra he had just pulled from the floor. Pete looked at Jon and realized his mistake. A pair of EE breasts now strained the fabric of Jon's T-shirt. A quick look at the lacy bra confirmed that it was also labeled EE.
"Dude!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Pete closed his eyes and tried his best to imagine Jon's previous form. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Jon had returned to his previous shape.
"You ruined my shirt," Jon said sadly. The fabric had clearly stretched and deformed, making the front of his shirt float awkwardly in front of his breasts. Jon clenched his teeth and stared at Pete as he felt his chest inflating once again. This time they stopped a size or two smaller than before.l "You can't give me a literal minute to adjust before changing me again!?"
Pete felt bad for Jon. He didn't intend for either change to occur but looking at Jon's stretched shirt made him imagine the type of breasts that would comfortably fit in its new shape.
Jon was about to yell at Pete when the young storeworker barged back into the room with a new pile of clothes. "Hey, you two! Getting along?" The woman noticed almost immediately what had happened. "Has no one talked to you two about this process before? Take off your shirt, girl. Let him see you wearing the type of clothes you both agree on and his mind will naturally adjust to the idea of a body that fits those clothes. It won't stop accidental changes from occurring, but it should significantly lessen them."
Jon handed the clothes to Pete after the woman left, then turned to face the corner of the room. "Here's the deal. I recognize that we are both stuck in this situation and this is something that needs to happen. I don't want to spend the day looking like every type of girl under the sun. If you pick out a set of clothes with a consistent size, I won't say a word about it and we can leave here like normal people. All I ask is that you don't make me look like some type of bimbo. Does that work for you?"
"Are you sure?" Pete asked, "I know you're uncomfortable and I want to do everything I can to fix that! Let's go through everything together and pick stuff we both like."
Jon blushed. He didn't expect Pete to say something like that, but he was happy to know Pete wanted him to feel comfortable. "I appreciate that but I don't think I'm going to be particularly excited by any of these clothes. If you promise to find me something comfortable, I promise I will do my best to keep an open mind."
Pete approached Jon without warning and wrapped his arms around Jon's waist. "We'll get through this together," Pete said, his breath warming the side of Jon's neck. Jon returned to the corner and waited while Pete sorted through the clothes. Jon didn't want Pete to see him, but Jon couldn't help but smile as he thought about his potential new life.
