Looking through dad’s clothes felt like I was 7 again. All he had were white pairs, colored pairs, underwear with stripes or polka dots. He even had a pair with superheroes on them.
I knew my dad was somewhat of a geek, but this doesn’t give him an excuse for this.
I grabbed a random pair and got them on. It was somewhat too big, but I could just keep them up by using my belt. After I got my uniform on, I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door.
As I drove there, my whole body started to feel somewhat uncomfortable around my chest area. I quickly looked in my shirt, only to notice I was finally growing chest hair. I gave myself a mental high-five, and kept driving.
The rest of the day was somewhat boring and irritating. I cleaned the cafe, wiped down the table. Helped out with setting the pastries and other things into their respective glass case.
Around the end of the day, my pants started to feel somewhat tight. It was almost time for me to head home, so I asked my boss if I could leave slightly early. He must have noticed I was feeling uncomfortable, so he let me go.
When I got home, my clothes felt like they were about to burst. I struggled to take them off as I noticed my body was becoming bigger in both height and weight.
Instead of my normal average height and weight body, my height and body weight was almost a foot taller, and my weight was almost like my dad’s. I stood there, almost naked. Luckily for me, the underwear fit almost perfectly.
I walked to my room and looked in my full body mirror. I looked a lot like my dad, but I was still me. I had a smaller version of his beer belly, along with the forest of hair on my chest, legs, and arms. I looked into the underwear and saw my new package. It was somewhat more hairier down that, but I was able to see my 5 inch package, instead of my usual 2.
Still not sure what really happened, I started to research. Website to website to website, I could only find fan fiction and choose your own adventure information about this stuff. Luckily for me, my situation somehow already existed.
Looking at the website, I was able to figure out that what I was dealing with was due to the clothes, and that it’ll go back to normal if I apparently had sex with someone else who was dealing with this, or took off my clothes.
Realizing it now, I was trusting hormonal teens who wrote fan fiction of their favorite characters dealing with this, or just sex-deprived people who get turned on by people getting older, and just going straight anal.
Since I didn’t have friends dealing with this, I simply took the underwear off my body. I stood there, waiting. After a few minutes, nothing really happened. I was just a slightly chubby man naked in front of his computer.
I put the underwear back on, and decided to just continue my afternoon in this body. I put my clothes in the wash, fixed myself dinner, and washed dishes.
After a while, I took another shower. This time, I had clean boxers, but I highly doubted they would fit me again. I did have my curiosity though.