Joan and Vanessa decided to go shopping for two reasons. One, it would boost their spirits, especially Joan's. Two, they needed to buy some male clothes for Joan, so she had something to wear while her changes took place. They stopped for dinner at their favorite restaurant in the food court first.
Vanessa wore a red long sleeved blouse that was a little short on her taller than average 5'10 frame, hugging her modest C cups snugly. She wore her thick dark hair in a high ponytail
Joan dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, was starting to look more androgynous. Her arms were hairier and more toned, her face showing more signs of stubble on her chin and upper lips, while the rest of her face barely had a five-o-clock shadow. She still maintained a mostly feminine appearance with her long hair and wide hips, but no one would look at her funny if she tried on men's clothes.
The pants Joan borrowed from Vanessa's father were still a little long, but at least they weren't uncomfortable in the crotch for her child size privates.
"So, first things first." Vanessa started.
We need to get you some men's hygiene products. An electric razor, shaving cream, body wash, typical guy stuff."
"Cologne." Joan added.
"Yeah." Vanessa said. "Then we'll get you some nice shirts, some khakis, more boxers, maybe even a tie."
" Actually," Joan disagreed. "I think I would like to try some briefs instead. These boxers don't seem to stop my junk from falling out. I also could really use some new shoes." Joan said pointing to the flip flops that were getting a little small for her feet.
"Sure." Vanessa agreed. "Do you know your dad's shoe size? Or how tall he is? That might give us a better idea of how much you'll grow."
Joan tried to remember what size shoe her mother had her pick out for her father's birthday. "He's about 6'1 and I think he wears either a size 13 or 14."
Arriving at the shoe department, Joan picked out two pairs of shoes to try on. One pair of tennis shoes and one pair of dress shoes. Going into the aptly named changing
rooms, she started to take off her clothes and looked at herself in the full length mirror.
Joan's feet were about a size bigger than her usual size 8 and she had little dark hairs on the top of her feet and smaller strands on her toes.
The hair on her legs was longer and more dense on her lower legs and continued up to her thighs where it became more sparse until it merged with her bush.
Her six pack was developing a coating of fine hairs that narrowed to form a trail around her navel. The trail grew thicker the closer it got to her chest. Her chest hair was mostly concentrated between her bosom, and Joan's dad wasn't overtly hirsute, so she hoped that this was it for her body hair growth.
After purchasing two size 13 shoes, Joan and Vanessa moved on to the men's section. Vanessa had already done some math to approximate what size pants and shirts her friend would need.
Joan had already picked out a few pairs of briefs which fit nicely. Vanessa grabbed a dozen shirts of various styles and brought them to Joan to try on. After another hour of trying on clothes and buying some supplies, the two went back to Vanessa's house.
That night, Joan laid out some ground rules.
"Vanessa, I thought of a few things we might need to change about our arrangements for living here." She started.
First, I think it's only proper that we sleep in separate rooms.
"Sure, did you want to sleep in my parents' room or on the couch?" Offered Vanessa.
"I think I can manage on the couch, thanks."
Joan declined.
Second, while I'm a guy, I think this would be less weird if you stopped calling me "Joan" for the time being.
"What should I call you then?" Vanessa asked.
"For now, I guess Joe would work." Answered the rather feminine looking man .
"Joe it is. Well, goodnight, 'Joe'. Vanessa said before going to her room.