Feeling he'd sated his curiosity, Jon gave his breasts one last squeeze, the cleared his throat.
"You can have it back" he said clearly.
Nothing happened. "You can have it back" repeated Jon, still nothing happened.
"What the hell." he said, crawling over to the calendar.
"Oh crap" gasped Jon. The calendar had a large smudge over the photo of the model. "Damn, I got too carried away" he muttered.
Jon reasoned he'd be stuck this way until he could get hold of another identical calendar.
He would need to get to the calendar stand in the mall. But there was no way he was heading out naked, or in the red swimsuit.
Standing up, Jon made his way to his clothing drawers, sliding open the underwear drawer. Inside were his normal boxers, but also a selection of bras that matched the colour schemes.
Well I guess that was to be expected thought Jon, Picking out a grey pair of boxers, and a matching bra.
He slid the boxers up his legs, having to give them a firm tug to fit them over his plump butt.
Struggling with the bra for a good five minutes, he finally figured out how to put it on properly.
Returning to his drawers, he slid open another to get some pants. There were his normal outfits, but in a more feminine cut to fit his new body shape.
Grabbing a pair of cargo pants, he slipped them on. Noting that he didn't need a belt, as his butt was doing an excellent job of keeping them up.
Opening another drawer, he picked out a plain black t-shirt & slipped it over his head. It was tighter than he was expecting, and seemed to be cut to emphasise his breasts.
"Guess this'll have to do" he muttered, adjusting his t-shirt.
Grabbing a random pair of socks, Jon grabbed his wallet & ran downstairs. The sensation from his breasts, bouncing with each step was distracting, but helped to keep his mind on the task at hand.
Slipping his trainers on, Jon shot through the front door, slamming it behind him, and bolted down the street toward the bus stop.
A short bus ride later, Jon was in the mall, approaching the Calendar stand.
"Hello, How can I help you", a middle aged man behind the counter asked.
"Do you have any copies of this years swimsuit calendar left?" panted Jon, still tired from his jog to the stand.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, but we have next year's calendar in" said the man, handing Jon a copy of the new calendar.
Jon took the calendar and hurriedly inspected the preview images on the back page.
Damn... She's not in this issue.
"No thanks" sighed Jon, handing the calendar back to the man. and turning to walk away.
"Hope we can help you next time, maam" smiled the man.
Jon shuddered at being called 'maam'. He quickly made his way toward the exit of the mall, when a realisation hit him.
"Urghh, how could I be so stupid!" he grumbled, palming himself in the forehead. "I could've wished up a new calendar!"
Jon picked up his pace again and headed for the bus stop.
