Jon was thinking hard about how he'd make his situation bareable, He considered using the stone, but decided it could be too dangerous.
Pointing his index finger at the calendar again, Jon thought for a moment.
"Give me...." he paused, weighing up his options, "Give me those genitals."
Tugging the underpants, Jon got them up to his waist. Looking down, the snug fitting girl-boxers were wrapped flush against his bulge-less crotch, an odd sight on his otherwise male body, accompanied by the alien feelings emanating from between Jon's legs.
"Guess this'll have to do" Jon sighed, squirming slightly from the unfamiliar sensations.
Sliding another drawer open, Jon went in search of some pants. After a few moments rummaging Jon noticed his only choices were skirts, leggings, and skinny jeans.
Slipping a thigh length dark coloured skirt on, Jon didn't feel comfortable, he felt he was too exposed.
Taking the skirt off, he grabbed a pair of black leggings, stretching them on, he was lucky the model was a similar height to him, not being too tall himself.
Feeling less exposed, the tightness was distracting. Forgetting he'd swapped his genitals to get the clothes to fit better, Jon was concerned the leggings were exposing his bulge.
Grabbing the skirt again, Jon put it on over the leggings, then returned to the drawers to find a top to wear.
Picking out a plain white t-shirt, Jon slipped it on, it was a snug fit, gripping to his sides.
Why are these clothes so exposing he thought.
Going back into the drawer, He picked out a checked button shirt, with long sleeves, putting it on over the white tee, not buttoning it up.
Rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, Jon felt he was dressed in a way he'd feel comfortable.
Stepping toward his bedroom door, the rubbing of the cloting was making him itchy, looking down at himself again, he saw his body hair was sticking through the tee and the leggings.
"I thought the wish would be fun" he sighed, "this is just work"
Heading back to the calendar, he pointed his index finger at the model. "Give me that body hair"
The itchy discomfort quickly dissipated. Looking at his arm held out, he saw his normal hairs had been replaced by a fine fuzz.
Batting a strand of hair away from his vision, Jon looked at the calendar.
The model was still standing in the same pose, but was wearing his boxers, slightly tented at the front. Her body shadowed by a brown fuzz, with scruffy brown hair, suited for a teenage boy.
"what the..." gasped Jon, reaching a hand to his head, and pulling a long strand of beautiful dark orange hair into view.
"Well, I suppose this adds to the look" he chuckled, deciding not to swap it back. batting the hair over his shoulder.
Quickly hiding the stone and the calendar, Jon made his way out of his bedroom and downstairs.
