Plopping down next to him was a pair of super light-gray (almost white) extra small, thigh-high stockings. To match, his legs wear shave smooth and shrank several inches, throwing his body out of proportion.
“Oh, my god, Jon!” Sarah exclaimed, “you look ridiculous. Your legs are so short. I have seen flyer cheerleaders with legs longer than that. But it looks like you have some thighs on you, so at least you’re not a stick.”
“What the hell, Sarah!” Jon shouted, “I’m a freak. I was just weird before, but now this! I can’t hide this. You honestly expect me to live like this?”
“At least your shoes give you some of it back, Sarah snarked. “Let’s see what you have now.
Populating Jon’s dresser drawer now we many pairs of high (for short legs) stockings, socks, leggings, and hosiery.
“Wow! Some of these are really colorful. Alright Jon, I want you to imagine your most colorful leg ware and what you love about them.”
Instantly, a pair of thighs-high socks with rainbow colors swirling and spinning into each other entered his head. The colors were bright and the pattern danced on his legs. He loved how high they went so he looked like he was held aloft by a kaleidoscope.
“I wish,” Sarah said, interrupting his thoughts, “Jon is wearing the he leg wear he is currently thinking about.”
Magically, the socks in Jon’s mind enact his legs.
“Whoa! Now those are a statement. No way you’re going unnoticed in those. But, you know, they really clash with your cargo shorts. Ugh, I can’t believe anyone still wears those. They have got to go.”
With that, she stripped them off, but before she had a chance to gather his other shorts, she saw his underwear.
“Oh my god! You’re seriously wearing tighty-whities? What are you, five? They definitely don’t go with your new socks and shoes. I’m going to get you better underwear.”
She pulled them off, leaving Jon naked in the middle, then proceeded to gather all of his other underwear, paints and shorts. Going through the process, she put them though the blue box.
“Jon,” asked Sarah, “ what do you wear on your lower half?”
Jon thought for a moment. He could only remember wearing socks, stockings, hosiery, and leggings, but nothing over them. Even when these didn’t cover his crotch, he had no recollection of wearing anything to cover up.
“Sarah, stop this! I can’t go around exposing myself to the world!”
“You’re right, Jon. That would be inappropriate. Fortunately, I have a solution for you.”
With that, she opened the red box.
“Jon, this is yours.”
