Bill went upstairs to change into something more comfortable after work.
He stood standing in front of the mirror and frowned. How had it come to this. All through high school he'd been king of his own castle. Captain of the football team, popular, great with the women. everything he wanted his son to be. It was on his eighteenth birthday everything changed. He woke up and went to the bathroom and his body hair had vacated him. As the year went on his masculine physique faded away as he went through a second puberty. by the time he graduated from high school he hadn't shaved in a month and he was easily filling up the c cup bras he found himself wearing. his body continued to morph through the summer and by his nineteenth birthday his body resembled that of a fesity young co-ed. Then he stopped aging, he'd looked like his own hot sister since he was nineteen.
Bill looked forlornly into the mirror, the one benefit seemed to be that he didn't feel old. His wife had begun to slow down, even sexually. Bill's only redeeming trait that he saw was that he was still hung like the former stallion he once was. He'd fathered three children and was proud of that fact. Though the large dick resting between his wide hips wasn't optimum it was what he had.
He'd quickly discovered that as long as he still acted like a man people largely considered him one. Though he looked like a centerfold he'd never had any trouble catching any tail. unlike his little bitch of a son. As much as he hated to wear womens clothes it was almost painful how poorly mens clothes fit him. If he didn't wear something that was made to show off his body it pinched and twisted until Bill could barely think straight. It was easier to just find clothes that fit. His wife was right, he did need the support and the fit of womens clothes, though he'd never admit it. Besides he'd never been able to find a shirt that could accommodate his e cups and a twenty two inch waist. Though he'd tried.
jon grabbed a pair of jeans and shimmied into them, he put his hated bra on and a tight t shirt that showed off more cleavage then he liked, but he hated how he sweated when he didn't get proper air flow, and went downstairs to watch some tv before his buddies came over.
