As soon as Abigail stepped out of the steamy bathroom she felt a biting chill that made all the hairs on her body stand up on end.
She rushed back to her room and pulled open a drawer before realizing that none of her clothes would fit. She held up a pair of underwear and stared in disbelief at how small they were.
"Where am I gonna find clothes that fit me?" she asked herself as she put the tiny garment back with the others. Then, she had an idea: her dad. Her dad was a man, so he must have clothes that fit men!
Abigail walked up the hallway and opened the door to her parents' room. Everything looked so different from her new vantage point. She'd always felt like her parents room was pretty big but now it almost looked cozy. Another breeze blew through the house and Abigail's boulderous shoulders shivered. Not wasting any more time she headed straight to her father's drawers.
She pulled the top drawer open and found briefs and socks. 'Perfect,' Abaigail thought, and she unwrapped the towel from her waist, and threw it onto the meticulously made bed. She pulled out a pair of blue boxer briefs.
"Now this," she chuckled, "looks more like it."
She bent down and put her feet through the brief's leg holes, pulled them past her furry, muscular legs, and let the waistband snap onto her trim waist. Part of her was sad to have to put away her new toy so soon but the sporadic chilly gusts that kept blowing through the house were getting too annoying for her. Abigail was suprised to find that the briefs seemed to have extra space in the front for her new bits, but still, it took some manhandling to get things to sit just right. She had to admit, she liked the way her underwear bulged at the front, she gave it a soft pat and continued getting dressed.
Opening the second drawer she found all of her dad's shirts.
"God, these are all so dopey," Abigail complained as she dug through polo after polo. Eventually the girl found something to her liking, a plain, red tee shirt. The shirt barely made it to Abigail's waist and clung snuggly to her arms and chest.
She'd gotten what she needed from the drawers and moved on to the walk-in closet her parents shared. Abigail flipped through the garments like someone perusing a magazine. Her dad's suits caught her attention and wondered what she'd look like in one of them now that she was a man herself. However, now was not the time to play dress up, 'Maybe later,' she thought to herself. Abigail grabbed an armful of jeans and tried them all on only to be partially disappointed and thoroughly annoyed to find that none of them fit. They were all too wide at the waist and only reached three fourths of the way down her long, taut calves. Eventually she found something that fit: a pair of gray sweatpants her dad liked to wear on Sundays when he lazed around the house.
Abigail looked down at her newly dressed self, not thrilled with having to wear her dad's "Lazy Pants" as he called them, but satisfied nonetheless.
She was about to leave her parents room and head to the kitchen for some well-deserved breakfast when she caught her reflection in the mirror her mom kept hanging behind the door. She looked... good! The sweatpants she thought would've looked bummy seemed to hugg her body in all the right places. She hadn't realized how perky her butt was, and the pants continued to showcase the bulge she was coming to love.
Filled with a confidence that was only boosted by the testosterone in her massive body she sauntered into the kitchen to finally satiate her growling stomach.