The mental changes caused by the hypnotic suggestions yesterday had left Pete feeling quite girly. But these physical changes had taken those feelings to the next level. As he admired his reflection in the mirror he was positively glowing. His body now matched the feminine role he had been thrust into. He was inspecting his body from every angle, thrusting his boobs forward, peering over his shoulder and admiring his plump, round butt, wiggling his hips and gyrating it around. He grabbed the bottom of his nightie and started to slowly pull it up. He was putting on a little show for himself. As he pulled it up to his waist he could see the cute panties he was wearing. They fit very snugly in the front, tightly holding his penis and balls. They also sat very close across his butt, curling under it a little bit. Holding the nightie up around his waist he did a little twirl, admiring his butt again.
He continued lifting the nightie and had to pull it out a little bit to get it over his breasts. The neckline was wide enough that it easily went over his head. Tossing it over to his laundry basket he turned back to the mirror, practically giggling with excitement at the sight of his now naked breasts. They were magnificent, large, soft and smooth. They didn't sag at all and they were nicely capped with two big, fat nipples. He started to play with them to get used to the feel. He squished them together, lifted them, dropped them, rubbed them up and down. They felt incredible to his touch and everytime his hands went over his nipples he felt a little jolt of electricity from his nipples right down to his penis.
He didn't think he'd ever get bored of playing with his breasts but he was getting hungry so decided he should get dressed for the day.
Peeling off his panties and selecting a matching pink bra and panty set he read the label of the bra and felt some teenage girl pride to read that his bra was sized 32C. Pulling on his panties, he ran his finger around the back under the frilly elastic and smoothed it around the curve of his ass. Next he put his arms through the straps of the bra, leaned forward a little bit to settle his breasts in the cups and then stood up straight and fixed the strap behind his back on the first attempt. Heading over to his closet he picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He stepped into the jeans and had to work a little bit to get the waist band up over his hips. He reached in to adjust his junk to a comfortable position before closing them. They felt different to any jeans he had ever worn before. They hugged his legs tightly, forming to every curve of his legs. They fit particularly tightly to his wider hips but not uncomfortably so. Looking over his shoulder in to the mirror he was impressed with how nice they made his butt look. If he had seen it wiggle as he walked around his room he would have been even more impressed. He quickly put on the t shirt, liking the way the short sleeves sat just below his shoulder and the way it clung tightly to his chest, making a small, stretchy tent between his breasts where the fabric was stretched tight.
Finding a pair of ankle socks and some sneakers he put them on and took one last look at himself in the mirror. More than happy with his appearance, Pete let out a little squeal of joy and hurried back downstairs to join his family for breakfast.
