It was very dark inside the closed closet, so Jennifer had to rely on her sense of touch to pick the right garment. All clothes with buttons on them were thrown behind her. It took a while, but eventually she found a vest, without any buttons. She unzipped it, so she could put her arms in the short sleeves. It was a familiar vest, Jen realized, as she kept testing it using her sense of touch. She used to wear this short-sleeved garment for quite some time during spring. During that time it wasn't too cold to wear it, although Jen avoided putting it on during hot weather, or instead on really cold and rainy days.
Jen tried to close the zipper again, but as soon as the two ends came in contact with each other, Jen was distracted by the closet door flying open, and a tensing in her neck. Jen stepped out, feeling freed, and letting out a breath of relief.
The rush of cold air made her a bit chilled, so she quickly pulled up her zipper completely.
Only to realize seconds after what a big mistake she'd made.
Her vest started tightly hugging her torso and chest area. Jen saw how the fabric of the vest started running over her skin, It was being smoothed all the way from her hips to her neck. Her collar could still be flipped up if she wanted to, but a seam right above where her collarbone was, made it impossible to let a finger through, for example if something fell in her shirt. On the other hand nothing could fall in, so that wasn't a problem.
Jennifer tensed up a bit as the two side-pockets on her vest came in contact with her once still human skin. This feeling was later substituted with an even less comfortable feeling of pressure behind the small zippers.
The fabric around her chest now started to tighten, while nipples seemed to form through the cotton fabric. The fabric had completely worked its way along the shape of her chest, because of which she'd probably still be in need of a bra. Despite the fact that she wouldn't be able to wear it. With the growing of her breasts and the forming of nipples on the cottoned, it looked like they were permanently poking through the fabric of what was once her vest, and now seemed to be part of her skin. The only things that had not changed, were her arms and legs. This was because in both cases she'd picked summer clothes. It would be cold during winter, that was for sure.
Jennifer had to rest for a bit, thus she plumped down onto the bench in her bedroom. She concentrated on her breathing, as she was almost hyperventilating thanks to the past experience. But where she thought it was finally over, instead she felt her upper body splitting into. A new, indescribable pressure was forming, coming paired with pleasure, from underneath the zipper that kept her vest in its place. The pressure wasn't strong, but it felt really uncomfortable to permanently have the zipper closed.
Kyle's words returned to her: "There will be a vagina beneath your zipper too and it'll still open and close like it normally would", he said when he transformed her into what she'd just become.
Jen gulped. Her stomach had been twisted and turned, and it felt like she was breathing out of both lungs separately. She'd been completely split apart somehow. Her hands were trembling, but she brought both of them to the zipper, and closed her eyes.
*Zip*
In a short, swift move, the vest was opened, but the zipper not separated. Trying was useless. She looked down.
It still looked as if her vest was kept closed, but looking at the zipper on the bottom, she knew otherwise. Jen used both her hands to pull apart the zipper tape. Inside, all was red, and all was moving, almost subconsciously.