When Brandon got to shore, he took a moment to dry off, letting the sun caress his nude form. He felt good, confident, sexy... He paid not attention to how he was now considering himself by those terms, or how the skin under his nipples were beginning to expand and grow into a pair of fleshy orbs.
Once he felt he was suitably dried, he turned to don his clothing again. He started with the stockings, a pair of black lacy things that slid up his legs. Next came the network of belts, forming the impromptu dress around his legs. Next was his robe, a long dark grey thing with intricate embroidery around the bottom hem and sleeves. The robe ended much sooner in front than it did in back, showing off Brandon's belts a bit of his stocking clad let. He left the furlined collar of the robe loose, to show off his shoulders and the top of his budding breasts. Next he added a black bustier, to hug his svelte stomach and push up his new assets. All that remained were the accessories, the necklaces Brandon had acquired in the village, a few straps he kept around the sleeve of his robe, and a ring on his left hand.
Satisfied with his outfit, Brandon picked up his moogle doll and made his way back towards the road towards the village, no idea how far his changes had come, how close he was to their completion, or that he was even changing at all.
