Ellen was already rummaging through Jon's drawers when he followed her into his room. By now his bare legs had turned hairless and shapely, though neither he nor Ellen notice the difference.
Ellen pulled out a bra, a truly large yet plain piece of white cotton. She glanced at the cup size, her eyes widening when she saw the tag. "You're that big? Damn, I knew you were big, but not that big!"
"Yeah, I have to get them specially imported," Jon explained, as his breasts grew to DDs, which was still a ways away from what his bra said.
Ellen offered to help Jon wear it, but Jon insisted he could don the bra himself. He was perfectly capable of putting on his own clothing, after all. He donned bra, then put his shirt back on.
"Alright," he said. "Let's get back going. Hopefully this will discourage those perverts."
