After you finish pleasuring yourself, you look down and see the bra where you tossed it on the floor. You never felt this good before, and it's all thanks to that bra; almost feeling sad about how you threw such a thing to the side, you decide to put it back on. Besides your new boobs could use the support.
Putting it back on again, it fits like a glove; and your tits feel better than ever. Your member is growing erect again, but you decide to try and clear your head here. You know you aren't supposed to have boobs, but something about this just feels right. However even when you manage to leave this place, you know the world outside will only see you as some kind of freak. But if a bra managed to do this much work, what would other stuff here do?
You spot a pair of panties, but realize that you are still quite fond of your duder, even with the two girls that just moved in upstairs. There's some thigh-high socks, you suspect those would shape up your legs nicely. The various wigs should fix up your hair, and a dress could probably fix up the rest of your figure, while hopefully leaving your dick alone.
There's a lot of stuff still in this room, but after thinking it over you decide...