Brandon looked around, what appears to be a kitchen. Only problem, it was empty. "That can be making that noise?" Brandon said aloud, his voice still higher than normal. He gave one last look, before deciding that nobody is there.
"Why didn't they show themselves?" demanded Mary.
"he doesn't look like what the cast;e's residents want" the shopkeeper thought to himself, not wanting to spook or enrage Mary. he turned to Mary and said, "I don't know. Every transformation is different"
"What is he doing now?" Mary demanded. She got no answer. Instead she continued to watch helplessly.
Brandon walked back to the main hall, when without warning he clutched his stomach. Mary of course feared the worst, but was relieved to see him search for a toilet. This Brandon found easily enough, but she was dismayed to see Brandon's new panties (which he didn't notice).
"Why didn't he notice? He noticed the other glove" Mary shouted, becoming agitated again.
Meanwhile Brandon, having finished, tripped, tearing his shorts in the process. "Great. Wonder if I can find new ones" he muttered, unaware he soon won't have to. The part of the shorts that he pulled up with his gloved hands has started to take a yellowish tinge...
