Fashion Fun

Jon reluctantly threw-on a t-shirt and jeans from his dresser. He hated their blandness, but he had been wearing only underwear in bed and knew that he couldn't just stumble-in to his sister's bedroom dressed like that in case she was in there... especially not now that he had breasts, however small.
It turned out to be unnecessary, however, since she wasn't in her room anyway. Probably at the mall. Jon felt a pang of regret that he wasn't there with her; there had been some wonderful clothes at Hot Topic that he had just longed to try on.
But Zoe (as Jon noticed after taking a moment to admire the way she decorated her room) had some pretty wonderful clothes herself! Jon was all too happy to exchange them for the crap that he was wearing.
Fishnet stockings? Sure!
Leather skirt? Why not!
Black ankle boots? What the hell, they fit fine now that Jon's feet had shrunk.
Jon rounded out the ensemble with a skin tight black t-shirt, a thick brass choker and a pair of black mesh gauntlets and then admired himself in the mirror. Admittedly, he would have looked better if he had been further along in his transformation, wearing make-up, or if he had been wearing make-up or of he didn't still have his stupid male haircut. But it was a nice start.
Jon cupped his small breasts; the fabric of the shirt he wore felt snug against them, though he would have liked them to be bigger. Perhaps he should go get his stone? Or maybe just let nature take its course; so far, he liked the course it had been taking.
"Ahem!" came a voice from behind him, interrupting his reverie.
He turned and saw that Zoe was standing in the doorway.