Devon was still ruminating over what might to happen overnight or how he might wake up in the morning. It really had him nervous. He was hairy enough already, and the last thing he wanted, even if Simon could undo it, was to learn to deal with fur on his chest and a hairy ass. It was all way too embarrassing. But what could he do to stop it? Simon was the one with all the power and who knew about all this jock water, or whatever it was.
He didn't like the way his clothes had shifted away from his formerly nerdy look -- he didn't like the idea of letting anything hang out, especially evidence of sex characteristics on his legs with the fur or in his pits, any muscle, anything really. If he could hide his Adam's apple he definitely would, even. All of the changes.
Maybe he could find something even more boyish to wear besides his briefs, he though. He went into his drawers to look, but there were tank tops, board shorts, those short socks that only went up to the ankle, even some jock straps. He felt himself sweat a little with nervousness.
Finally in the closet he saw on a hanger some pajamas -- thank god-- even the full-bodied footed kind so he didn't have to have his bare feet hanging out. Devon always preferred that kind, just because it felt too masculine and weird to walk around in pjs with your bare feet sticking out. Devon pulled the pajamas on, thinking maybe it was a sign and they'd help reverse it overnight. After all, the pajamas didn't have to be in the closet, he was lucky that there were still some there. He pulled them up over his bare chest, happy to bury the trail on his abs out of sight and glad that his chest still looked totally smooth. There was definitely hope.
Devon went downstairs to get a glass of milk, drinking it in big gulps and draining the glass, setting it aside on his nightstand. He crawled into bed and pulled the covers up. Hopefully his body would be the same or even revert back to his old self overnight, that was a really comforting thought.