After dinner, his dad excused himself from the table to get prepared for his friends' arrival. He walked down the hallway, trying his best to walk like a man, but his large girly hips tended to try to disobey him. He entered his bedroom, and took off his blouse, and very quickly his bra, breathing a sigh of relief. Then he took off his skirt. He started looking through his closest for the manliest items of clothing he owned. He finally selected a plaid button up shirt and some jeans. They were still girls' clothing, though, and left none of his curves to the imagination. He put them on and looked at himself in the mirror. He knew he was a 45 year old man, so why was he stuck looking like a 16 year old girl? He had spent his whole life trying to prove how much of a man he was. Back when he was in high school, he had played on all the boys' teams, even using their locker rooms and bathrooms, he had dated plenty of hot chicks, even eventually marrying one of them, and fathering three children with her. He was a bit hazy on how that had actually happened, but he knew nothing about the rock, so had no idea it was only possible through magic.
And here he was, a middle aged man in the body of what looked like a teenage girl. His wife walked in and noticed he wasn't wearing a bra.
"Honey, I know you hate to wear this, but I've seen the way the other men look at you when you don't."
He grudging took off his shirt, put on his bra, and put his shirt back on. He headed to the bathroom and sat down. Ugh! One of his sons had left the toilet seat up again! He never yelled at them for it, though. A man would never do that, and he was a man, damn it. Even if he had to sit to pee.
By the time he finished, there came a knock at the front door. His buddies had arrived, it was time for guy's night, sports, drinking, and no women. This would help him feel more like a man. He hoped.
