Jon woke up on the floor groggy. Had it all been a dream.
Opening his eyes, he saw Sarah sitting on the bed above him.
"Rise and shine, 'Joan," she said, "You were out for about five minutes. I mean it was good for me, but I didn't expect it to be that good for you."
Jon slowly sat up, his massive breasts still, encased in their bra, slid down in front of him. Taking a moment to assess his situation, he stood up, but he winced in pain.
"Oh, sorry," apologized Sarah, " I forgot to mention that because you have been wearing high heals for so long, your feet hurt when you are standing without them. They must have fallen off in the middle of our session. Here you go.
She handed his shoes to him, and he promptly put them on.
"While you were out, I took the liberty of changing your clothes for you. They are right where you left them." Sarah pointed the pile on the side of the room.
Jon picked them up and put them on. He had a thong with just a triangle patch in the front that his massive penis hung out the side of. His pencil skirt was now mini and pleated, offering almost no coverage when bent or sat, and that his penis threatened to poke out the bottom of. Finally, his blouse was now a spaghetti strap top with a deep V-neck. While it would have fit his frame just fine, because of his breasts, it didn't even come close to his navel, leaving him with a crop-top that accentuated his hourglass shape.
"That's a good look," complimented Sarah, "but let me fix a couple of things."
His earrings suddenly became a series of large hoops that came down to his shoulders. His shoes switched from pumps to sandals, exposing his pedicured toes.
"Oh, 'Joan,' you look too cute. This is great! It's like having a living doll. We're deffinatly going to have some fun. But first..."
