Continued changes and muddled vantage

His definition of "Changed" back from his perspective, had unknowingly started to stray. His hips had widened, legs plumped and bottom weighed up considerably becoming a doughy mass that could take up 1 and a half seats on a bus. "Wait a minute, is this normal? His bottom half reminded him of a distinctive individual he'd seen, but she- he couldn't quite put his tongue on it. Worse, the harder he tried to concentrate the more his calves and thighs took on shapely yet ladylike proportions. So he let the thought go, still confused whether his bottom half was "Normal" but not dwelling on it out of fear of an ever changing perspective. If not only his body, but also his truth and point of view could be changed what other havoc could be wrought with this metamorphosis?