Jon looked down at his chest made of satin and lace, running his fingers across it; he could feel it as if it were his skin, though it was a bit more sensitive. It was inflated as if someone of the proper proportions were wearing it. Though he could push it in and pull it out a bit, it tugged at his skin when he did so. The whole experience was fascinating, terrifying and more than a bit embarrassing. This was definitely not something he wanted everyone to know about.
His torso had changed surprisingly quickly. Does that mean I'm a natural? Maybe I can turn into other stuff too! he thought with a grin. Still, in a way, this is really cool. I never knew clothes could feel this good, Jon mused, playing with his new torso. The white cloth was slowly creeping down his arms, not visibly but quickly enough to change noticeably every few minutes. He stood up, flexing his arms and stretching a bit, every which way, while he still could. The dress-fabric still retained a humanoid shape but crinkled when he moved, a somewhat unpleasant feeling.
Standing up in the middle of the room, Jon stared at his mirror, watching the changes and waiting.
