So close

John locked the door and stripped down. Walking back to the medallion he passed a mirror, where he stopped to take a look at his body. I look sexy thought John, It wouldn't hurt anyone to take some pictures, for later...to remember the experience He went to the desk and got his phone, and took a few pictures in the mirror. His favorite was the one were he was bent towards the mirror. His breasts looked great in that one. Finally, he left the mirror and went to the desk.
He touched the boxers to the medallion and felt nothing. He touched the two items together again. He let his arms drop to his sides, frustrated it wasn't working. After a moment of going through the first time he changed, he remembered that he wore the medallion as a necklace. He put it on, grabbed the boxers and touched the two items together. Finally, he felt the pins and needles of the medallion. He walked over to the mirror, noting his hair was already darkening and the floor was slowly getting further away. It was then he realized that he was turning back to himself in his ex-wife's house without ever coming in.
As his breasts started to shrink, he panicked that he couldn't come up with a plan and dropped the boxers. The tingling stopped, he stared at himself in the mirror. He was a couple inches taller, with brown hair, had blue-grey eyes and a slightly bigger nose. Maybe he looked a couple years older? His breasts may be a bit smaller. At least his beer belly hadn't come back. Then he saw that his penis was still gone. Sighing, he took off the medallion, picked up the boxers and put them in his bag. He then put the clothing back on, but he could feel the draft at his ankles. He also realized he needed a hoodie. He rummaged through his daughters closet and found one that went well with his pants. After one last check, he called an Uber and went downstairs. He quickly told everyone that he had some other friends to meet and it was great to see everyone as he went out the door, noting that Sara gave him a look before the door closed. Luckily, the Uber was there so he could get in before anyone came out. Several minutes later, he was at his condo, with the door locked. He just needed to wait another 11.5 hours in his place. He turned on the TV, got some wine from the fridge, put on Love Island and enjoyed how hot the contestants were. After a few episodes, Judy called him.
"Hello?" asked John.
"John, is that you? You sound sick," replied Judy
"I'm getting over something. How's it going?"
"I'm OK, but did you get my messages about that girl in your apartment? What was Amy doing back in town?"
"She...wanted to know where Brad was."
"How did she know where you live?"
"She contacted me from Germany through e-mail, "answered John
"Where were her pants? Did you sleep with her?"
"I, for sure, didn't sleep with her. I...wasn't there when you were there. I had to run an errand."
After a moment or two Judy said, "She mentioned something about magic. I worry she was on drugs and alone in your house. Are you OK?"
"Yes, sis, I'm OK. Just getting over something, so I need my sleep. Goodnight."
"Goodnight John," said Judy before hanging up. John exhaled, another crisis averted. He watched a few more episodes of the show before there was a knock at his door.