Biff went into his bedroom. The first thing he did was kick off the girly sneakers he was wearing. He stood in front of the mirror as he pulled down the zipper on his jeans and opened the button on the waist,revealing the lace edge at the top of the pink panties he was wearing.
He peeled the jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. He pulled the top off over his head and discarded it on the floor. He stood for a moment looking St himself standing in a bra and pair of panties. He could see the bulge of his penis, stuffed in the front of his panties. Contrasting with that he could clearly see the large cleavage in the middle of his breasts. He reached behind him and opened the clasp of his bra, freeing his breasts. The feeling of relief was immense. The constant pulling on his shoulders was getting old. Not caring about keeping his room neat and tidy he simply dropped the bra and the floor and then took his panties off too. He now stood naked, eyes drawn to the large nipples that sat proudly atop each globe of flesh on his chest.
He went over to his drawers and pulled out the men's clothes he had bought on their previous trip to the mall. They had fit perfectly the last time but when he pulled the boxer shorts on it was obvious the fit wasn't quite as good anymore. His hips were stretching the elastic of the boxers and his larger butt was held tightly in the back. He looked at his butt in the mirror, amazed at the size and shape of it and relieved that it didn't just rip the shorts to pieces. He pulled on the track pants next and saw the same effect. They were stretched tight across his butt, showing off every curve of it. The t shirt he put on was a bit big on his smaller shoulders and might have been ridiculously big if not for his big boobs stretching the front of it out ensuring it wouldn't fall down. The material felt rough on his nipples, far rougher than the silky smooth cups of the bras he had been wearing but he was determined to make this work. The last time he had worn these clothes they had fit him perfectly but now there was no denying his womanly figure. These clothes couldn't hide that. No clothes could, if he was honest with himself. Want to feel as little femininity as possible, Biff quickly wiped off his makeup and lipstick and then took off his earrings. He left his hair tied up for now. At least it was out of the way. He headed downstairs to get a beer and wait for Jon.
