At first, Nick was walking through a small shopping district, and all seemed OK, allowing him to relax a bit, but soon, he turned towards his building, and he slowly started to feel nervous for different reasons. Nick knew that he didn't live in the best of areas, but it had always suited him just fine, after all it's not like there were gang shoootings outside his door or anything. Still, in his new form, he began to realize that his neighbourhood might be a little more unwelcoming than he had thought. As the sunset turned to twilight, he felt hostile eyes on him from several places, and started to understand that his new height and frame made him feel very vulnerable. He hadn't heard of any rape problems near his building, but it suddenly hit him that this was a very real possibility. If such a thing happened, he doubted that he could do anything about it, as unprepared as he was.
"No wonder," he thought to himself, "that Megan prefers for us to go to her place. At least I know that it's not just the bachelor living conditions that keep her away."
He saw his building up ahead, only another block and a half away. He started to walk faster, feeling the strange way Megan's body moved at this quickened pace, with his hips swaying weirdly, and his breasts bouncing annoyingly. As he saw a group of four young guys in wife-beaters standing around a muscle car at the corner, Nick couldn't help but let his thoughts wander to how he was dressed, and glad that he wasn't dressed "sluttier".
Suddenly, he felt his clothes flow...
