Jon unzipped the duffle bag and emptied the contents onto the bedspread.
He sighed and began taking inventory of 7 pair each of regulation cotton panties size 10, cotton socks small, 1 each boxes of tampons and sanitary napkins, 3 pair of fatigue pants size 12, 3 pair of exercise shorts size medium, 1 pair of sweat pants size medium, 1 pair of running shoes, size 5 and one pair of boots, size 5. He picked up one of the boots and marveled at how small it was.
Returning from his deep thoughts as he grabbed a sanitary napkin, pair of underwear and some sweat pants and then retreated back into the refuge of the bathroom, the only room with a lock. He would need his privacy for the next few minutes as he applied the prescription creams to the tender healing flesh of Joy's now his privates.
With one leg up on the bathtub, he blindly smeared the cold ointment into the loose lips of his vagina, his stomach sunk as he easily first slipped two, three and then four fingers knuckle deep into the sloppy canal. It stung for a few moments and he stood breathing through his teeth, as it slowly subsided into the normal distant pain he now lived with. He turned and caught his reflection in the large mirror on the back of the door. The scars on his butt seemed a little fainter, thanks to the vitamin E ointment Craig had given him. Trying not to look, but like a bad accident he couldn't help but gaze at the curvaceous backside he now had. There would be no way to hide the curves, even in the oversized sweatpants he wore earlier in the day, his hips and butt stuck out from his narrow waist. He had tried to push thoughts of the future out of his mind but ever increasingly, he was thinking about the what if's in this deal. He stood and faced the mirror. His love handles protruded slightly over the transition line between where his mildly tan skin converged with the soft pale skin of the lower half. He still marveled at how even if he stood with his feet together, there remained a gap between his thighs at the crotch giving him a bowlegged look. The meaty outer lips of the vagina gaped open with darker purplish inner lips protruding outward. His center of gravity was shifted way low, not only due to the obvious differences in male and female skeletal structure, but the loss of height due to Joy's much shorter legs. After washing his hands, he sat on the toilet and then removed the paper from the adhesive strips from a sanitary napkin and pressed it into the crotch of the underwear he had brought in. The nurse had said he would need to wear one of these at least until the last of the sores on his crotch had healed and then perhaps sparingly as needed. At first he protested but she assured him, as humiliating as this all was, it was nothing compared to his underwear getting stuck to an open wound in such a sensitive area.
Pulling on the underwear and then the sweatpants he checked himself out in the mirror before walking out. He pulled at the sweat pants trying to stretch them so they would not hug is curves so much. They fit well, too well and he was extremely self conscious of the flatness of front of the sweats, except for the slight mound of the pubic bone, which seemed to mock him as he imagined what it should look like had things been normal. He made a mental note to ask for a slightly larger size of sweat pants.
Jon clutched at the pendant hanging from around his neck. This simple trinket was his safety blanket, without it, Von Crucial would be on him. There had to be a way to trap this bastard, but how.
