Drew was lying on the couch, legs curled under him feeling the begen of sleep on his small body now but jumped up awake, when the door opened and Kate strolled back in grinning.
She dropped the plastic shopping bag on the table like it was a prize haul.
“Got everything,” she announced, pushing her now shaggy teen-boy hair out of her face. “And honestly? That was... well weirdly fun.”
Drew sat up, squinting. “Fun?”
“Yeah,” Kate said, kicking off her sneakers. “Walking around as a teenage boy? Nobody stared at me. No creepy guys looking at my ass. No one following me around the store looking like they where going to ask me out. I was just... normal. Invisible. It was so chill. Kinda freeing, actually.”
She flopped into the armchair, her longer limbs folding awkwardly. “I even tried, like... you know, checking out a couple girls ass's while I was out, just to see what would happen.”
Drew raised an eyebrow. “...And?” with well shocked she would try such a thing
Kate looked sheepish. “Got a reaction with my new well boy part. it was really weird. Like, really, really weird. Kind of terrifying. I’m not doing that again anytime soon. But still being a guy has its perks.”
Drew groaned and reached for the bag. “Let me guess... you enjoyed yourself so much you the cloths i need?” with seeing Kate had a new hoodie and seeing boxers out line of the above the jeans.
Kate grinned. “Nah, I got you stuff. You’re gonna love it, with suit your body perfectly”
He pulled out the first item—a plain white tank top.
Drew stared. “A tank top? I never wear these, i always hate showing of my body, god.”
“Hey, it’s hot in here. Plus, I figured it would look good on you. That body’s made for showing off its perect cute body.”
Drew gave her a flat look.
Next came the underwear. Blue. With a red Superman S logo right on the front.
Drew stared harder.
“And that,” Kate added cheerfully, “was the cheapest pack they had in your size. Also got you these Batman tween cool style shorts—kinda match, see? And socks. Green. With cartoon monsters. Very on-brand for a super-cute athletic eleven-year-old, boy that you are now.”
Drew sighed deeply. “You really went all in on the ‘child’ angle, huh?”
Kate shrugged, completely unfazed. “Look, you look like a kid. You might as well dress like one, with well that is who you are now a kid right?.”
“You sound like a big brother trying to force his little brother to get dressed.”
“Exactly the vibe I was going for.” Kate smiled crossing her arms likeing the joke it was implying.
Drew flushed and gathered up the clothes, mumbling something under his breath as he padded to his bedroom. “Fine. Whatever. Just... not another tank top, next time, if there is a next time.” with he is only going to put there stuped clothes on with having nothing eals and feeling like a sweat box in this skated costom too tight and for ice rinks not flats with heating.
He was in there for a while.
Changing wasn’t fast when you had to confront your new self piece by piece. Pulling on the Superman briefs had been... confronting the small boyhood he now has with the balls what have not doped. and also seeing how short the shorts really were with them like only half way down his small stick thies. And the tank top—thin straps, cut to show shoulders, arms, even a sliver of his smove skinny chest—hugged his form way too well.
He looked like one of those kids from sports ads. Too cute, too athletic, too put together, looking in the mirror
“This is ridiculous,” he muttered.
He stepped out of the room.
And froze.
Kate was in the middle of the living room, peeking down her jeans again with a furrowed brow, clearly still very curious about her—his—new situation.
Drew blinked.
Kate embarrassed for a second but then She looked up, grinning. “Hey! Everything fit?”
Drew sighed hard and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kate... we need to have a talk.”
Kate raised an eyebrow. “About what?”
“About boundaries. What you’re doing? That’s... bathroom behavior. Bedroom behavior. Not public living room behavior.”
Kate laughed, utterly uncoftable with the talk. “Dude, I’m... i'm just trying to understand the plumbing in here. This setup is completely foreign.”
“Well keep it foreign until the door is closed,” Drew snapped, face red.
Kate smirked, stepping closer. “Okay, okay, I’ll keep it PG.” Then, to Drew’s dismay, she clapped her hands together with genuine delight. “But seriously—you look so fucking adorable.”
Before he could protest, she pulled him into a hug, mostly lifting him of his feet.
“God, you’re just too cute,” she murmured.
Drew stiffened, trying to push away. “K-Kate—what are you—”
“Shhh,” she said, squeezing him like a living teddy bear. “Let big bro have his moment.”
Drew flailed in protest, but it was no use. Her grip was firm. Taller. Stronger.
He was stuck. Again.
