Brandon headed into the hall and toward the bathroom, dressed in a robe he'd found on the back of his door. Things were appearing all over the place. At least the robe was convenient, and aside from being pink, not too feminine.
He went inside, closed and locked the door, and hung the robe up, and stripped off the nightgown. He sat down on the toilet to pee, looking down at himself.
"I'm a freak," he decided. A boy with breasts. He was better off before he noticed what was going on.
He got up and got in the shower. The warm water felt particularly refreshing. He probably spent longer than expected in there, and was feeling rather relaxed and refreshed when he pulled the curtain back.
He put his robe back on, opened the door...and saw his bedroom. Wait... He spun around. Next to his closet was a second door, the one he'd just come out of.
He checked the clock. It was nearly five. He only had an hour or two to wait before he could call the Tanners...he paused, suddenly remembering something. It was the Tanner's day to pick him up and drop him off at school.
She'd be coming here anyway. He only hoped she could help...because he sure wasn't going to school like this.
Brandon turned toward the mirror. He looked older, and definitely taller. He'd been so distracted by the breasts, he hadn't noticed he looked to be in his early teens. Would anyone even recognize him?
