Dean was distinctly feeling off ever since he put down that toy and tried to concentrate on looking around more not just in the room of toys but outside and in surrounding areas. He just couldn't keep his thoughts off of his junk, and how unfair it was for Todd to just come right on in and interrupt him like that. He huffed and tried to clear his head, but inevitably his thoughts returned to sex. He remembered his girlfriend Tasha, and the passion with which she---
"URGH!"
The noise had thankfully not been loud enough to draw Todd's attention one room over, but Dean had found himself clutching his knees suddenly - just the thought of what his girlfriend did to him made him erupt with such a ferocious orgasm that he almost couldn't keep himself upright. And that...that made him feel even more odd. Just standing there, he looked at his hands to try and get his bearings. And that was when he noticed it seemed his arms were a lot less hairy than he was used to.
And was his skin looking kinda weird? Dean started looking around the room conspicuously for some replacement jeans, as his own had a huge stain at the front. Yet when he looked into the closets, he furrowed his brow and scowled. The clothes in here were...flowery. And not to mention more than a little tight looking. But Dean was not about to just stand around in an old place like this in a pair of stained underwear, and so he pulled on the almost heinously tight jeans with several embroidered studs in them.
He found himself gulping, the jeans were DAMN tight on his groin, almost bringing another awkward erection to the fore, and even more so from the tightness on his ass. But this was...odd. He'd never known his rear to be so sensitive. Almost like it was grown and somewhat more prominent, he thought as he scanned himself in a full length mirror.
Dean did not catch how his African American features were shifting, his skin lightening and his muscles leaning out a little bit, his body changing imperceptibly for now, building up to something far more noticeable later. His eyes went however to some of the shirts in the closet. "...Real flowery stuff in here..." Dean commented as he looked through the clothes.
He blushed a little as he thought about trying on some of these clothes, wondering how he'd look. "I'd look...so fucking gay..." He chuckled aloud at the thought. Almost a giggle, but not quite. He got a grin on his face going and he cupped his chin. The tight and soft fabric would probably feel really good on his skin, and it was not like he really stood to lose anything in here. He was still a man with a girlfriend...
It was a moment later when Dean realized he was standing there with his shirt off, getting ready to put on one of the pink and blue shirts in the closet with a flower pattern. He looked at his reflection, seeing he was smiling, slightly sweating, and his erection had fully returned. "Am I...weird because this excites me so much?" He pondered to himself, and then pulled the shirt on in one quick move.
"Mm..." Dean thought as he considered how he looked. Kinda funny, with his big tough features sticking out of tight clothes like these. He was not aware as his nails grew somewhat better curated, his body hair fully vanishing from him.
Dean looked around trying to find out if Todd was gonna come in, and thought about anything else he could do while he had some time to himself. He started to pick around through the room, almost excited to see what he might find laying around in here. Little did he know he would be on a path to a very different life and lifestyle indeed...