The sound of an alarm roused Landon from his sleep. Bleary-eyed he grabbed the phone stuffed under his pillow and checked the time.
“6am?” He grumbled, “wait…” he looked around and sighed. This was one of Abby’s alarms, she always got up early so she had plenty of time to get ready in the mornings. Once again he was in her bed, in her room.
“Guess yesterday wasn’t a dream” he grumbled as he climbed out of bed, the feeling of the cotton panties against his now flat crotch only served to remind him further. He shambled out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. He entered and went over to the toilet and lifted the lid. He pulled the front of his panties down and was about to relieve himself when he realised what he was doing. With another sigh he pulled them down completely, turning around as he did before sitting down.
“This is gonna take some getting used to” he muttered as he relaxed his muscles. Once he was done he remembered to wipe before standing and pulling his underwear back up. He flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. As he did he saw his bedroom door open and Abby emerge.
“Morning sweetie” she muttered as she passed by him in a pair of his boxers and an old t-shirt. Landon couldn’t be sure but it almost looked as though they were nearly the same height now.
“Morning” he replied, “I’ll go get dressed and start breakfast” he added as she made her way into the bathroom.
“Good plan” she yawned as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Landon yawned again, feeling more tired than usual thanks to his late bedtime, and headed back to his room. He grabbed a green polo shirt, and a pair of smart jeans. He removed his t-shirt and slipped on the polo, but when he tried to pull his jeans on, he found they were now too small for his frame.
“Oh no!” He muttered as he grabbed another pair, only to have the same result. He left his room after grabbing a pair of his boxers, and could hear the shower running in the bathroom as he passed by the bathroom. He slipped back into Abby’s room and reluctantly grabbed a pair of her jeans, thankful she had a pair left, otherwise he would have had to resort to wearing some of her leggings, or a skirt.
“Might as well grab a clean pair while I’m here” he said to himself as he picked a pair of plain white cotton panties from Abby’s drawer. He quickly removed the black pair he was wearing and slid the new ones up his legs, smiling a little at how snug they felt. He pulled on her jeans, noting how despite their shape, they still cling to his legs, hips and backside tightly. Once he was dressed he made his way to the kitchen, leaving behind his boxers and jeans for Abby, and made a start on breakfast. He couldn’t be bothered with cooking anything so just made himself a bowl of granola and a black coffee. He poured a second cup and added milk and two sugars for Abby just as she arrived dressed in the clothes he’d left for her along with a black blouse and red cardigan.
“Here you go Abs” he said, handing her the cup.
“Thanks swe…Dad” Abby corrected herself this time.
“You’re welcome, I’m guessing those fit you fine then?” He asked indicating the jeans she wore.
“Yeah, they do” she said with a sigh, “I had to take some of your socks too” she added nodding down at her feet.
“I’m willing to bet it’ll be shoes as well then” Landon muttered as he sat down and took and sip of his coffee. Suddenly he recoiled in disgust as the bitter taste covered his tongue. As he did the liquid in the mug sloshed violently and spilled out, covering the jeans he was wearing.
“Oh shit!” He gasped as he leapt to his feet, slamming the mug down on the table next to him.
“Language!” Abby said impulsively.
“Sorry” Landon replied, “I’ve got no other pairs to choose from though!” He added. Abby rolled her eyes.
“I’ve got plenty of legging you can chose from that you could get away with” she said, taking a sip of her drink, “urgh that’s really sweet” she said as she placed her cup next to his.
“Go get changed already” she added as she starting to make herself some toast. Landon moaned in annoyance as he headed back to her room for the third time that morning. He quickly chose a leathery pair of leggings and pulled them up with some difficulty, quickly followed by a pair of white ankle socks. He sat on her bed for a moment and took a few breaths to calm himself. He moved to get back up and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. A brief moment of vanity overtook him and he smiled at himself as he climbed onto the bed. He got on his knees and stretched forward raising his backside in the air.
“At least my ass looks good” he smiled to himself as he climbed off the bed. He quickly looked through Abby’s extensive shoe collection, and settle on a pair of pumps with a very low heel, that unsurprisingly fit him like a glove. He checked his reflection in the mirror again and noted that his hair was slightly longer than he remembered. He started fussing with it, trying to make it look neat and tidy, unaware of how much time he had spent in Abby’s room.
“Dad! We need to make a move or we’re going to be late!” He heard his daughter shout.
“Urgh” he grumbled, “Like, I’m coming! There no need to shout!” He yelled back as he tore himself away from the mirror.
