Jimmy realized that he needed some music to liven the place up, so he went over to his phone and started up Pandora. Without thinking he tapped a playlist that should have seemed out of place "Dolly Parton". As the sounds of weeping steel guitar floated through the kitchen, Jimmy started tapping his foot and singing along to a song. The words seemed to come so naturally to him:
"Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeennnnne. I'm beggin' of you please don't take my man."
Jimmy's voice easily hitting every note, and mimicking Parton's thick Southern drawl.
"Well shucks, don't she just have the sweetest voice you ever heard?" He asked nobody in particular. "I can't imagine havin' my heart broken like that. I just don't think I'd be able to take that kinda heart break." After contemplating the lyrics, Jimmy finished cooking his breakfast and sat down to eat. During his walk from the stove to the table, his gait gained a bit more sway as his thighs thickened up. Years of heavy meals started packing on, thickening his lower body up to womanly proportions. He finished his breakfast and put on the horse riding boots that were now sitting by the front door.