Too much change

"Heavens to Betsy, I have bazoombas!" exclaimed the new woman, "How could y'all let that happen, Sara?"
Sara just smiled before replying, "I enjoy being on the other side, I figured you may too. Also, have you noticed how you are talking? Are you doing that intentionally?"
"I did and I am not, I sound like some southern belle."
"Can you talk like yourself?"
John focused a bit, "Jesus Sara, you can't be serious."
"You're right dad, I did it because now you are the woman who wore the mask," explained Sara as she took a picture of her dad.
"Oh mah stars!" John yelled while covering his face quickly, causing his breasts to shake, making his hands go to his boobs to make them stop, causing him to let go as he felt his own hands cup his new body parts, "That's plumb strange." John then realized he was alone in the room. He walked to the computer room, because he heard clicking. He couldn't get his chest to stop jiggling or his hips to stop swaying, not matter how he tried to walk. He took a breath before stating, "this body is really annoying."
"Dad, I know what you are going through, and it can be annoying. Want a bra? Mine is probably a bit small for you, but it is probably better than nothing."
"Never," retorted John, crossing his arms, then uncrossing them when he couldn't figure out how to position them without either lifting his breasts or squishing them. While John was distracted, Sara kept looking for the mystery woman. She worked through what she knew She was southern, probably in her 20s. with her slang, probably born in in the 1930s or 1940s. That's weird, because grandpa was turning 72 this year, meaning he was born in 1948. How would he have a mask of a woman that was 15 years older than he was? And a bombshell at that? There is no one in the family tree with that description. She put the image into google image search and it returned with Cleo Moore. She clicked on wikipedia.
"Did you find out who this is?" asked John pointing to himself.
"You ever hear of Cleo Moore? Apparently, that's who Google thinks you are."
"No, never. Dad never mentioned her. She is pretty though," said John while looking at the screen.
"You are pretty. Well, we solved on mystery, but now we have a new one. How'd grandpa get the mask?"
"Well, I'm not as interested in that. I'm more interested in being myself again. I have to wait another 11.5 hours before I can change back. At least I'll be able to change before bed tonight. I guess today is a TV day. Are you going to change back to yourself?"
Sara thought for a moment, "Na, I'm enjoying being topless. That being said, I should probably get out of this towel. I'll be back." Sara went to the room with the clothing, while John was left in his shorts and t-shirt. The shorts were getting painful around his hips, so he went into his room.. He bent over to take off his shorts, feeling relief from the tight vestment but the pull on his chest. Standing up, his breasts moved. He sighed and grabbed the sweatpants. Before he put them on, he considered taking some pictures of his hot female body. He shook his head, since it was him in that body, it would just be weird. With some wiggling, he got the pants around his ample hips and butt. He sat down and turned on the TV.