At first glance the clothes looked fairly normal, he didn’t look at the entire pile but the top looked like a normal shirt, a bit like a blouse but he was probably just seeing things, it was becoming increasingly harder to see from his glasses. The break room was small and reeked of disuse. Aaron briefly felt a pang of guilt for his own past disregard for interns and how he would sometimes even order them around as a way to vent his frustration over his cruddy life.
Whatever, he didn’t have time for a great realisation right now, he had a lot of work to do. Looking around the room he notices a laundry chute leading downwards “well that’s convenient” he notes as he makes sure assures no one is near by a side he begins to strip down to his underwear, tossing his clothes down the chute.
Looking at himself he sees not only hasn’t his underwear also been affected by the coffee, with a scrowl he briefly consider some just leaving it on as no one would notice, but the wet underwear felt rather uncomfortable. Looking down he also briefly notes it seems the stains had gotten bigger, but he just rubs his glassss and shakes his head at the idea.
He glances over briefly to the pile of clothes he was given, noting they had footwear and underwear, although he didn’t pay close enough attention and due to his failing eyesight.
Throwing everything, including his also wet shoes, into the chute. He turned and began putting the clothes on. Hoping they’d fit.
He took the shirt, which stlll looked oddly like a blouse, and began to pull it over his body. Due to his glasses he didn’t notice that a bra had got stuck inside the shirt. Pulling it over it took some time, he was almost worried it was to small but oddly despite it almost stretching it squeezes in. His stomach feels weird as he does it, as if it’s rearranging itself and retracting it. But after a while it feels normal again.
He takes the underwear, looking pinkier and smaller than what he is used to. But doesn’t really care about that, it’s not like anyone will see it. Besides, it’s cute.. wait what?
Shaking his head he writes that off as from being from lack of air and got to work on pulling up the panties. As he did the hair on his legs was pulled away and they gain a very so slightly smaller size as he squeezed to fit them on.
Then finally he got to the skirt up, he didn’t notice it was a skirt. The blurry image which was coming from his glasses made it seem like just a normal pair of pants. He didn’t know why his glasses were blurry lately, it’s as if they weren’t made for him.
Pulling the skirt up and tightening it, his waist further narrowed out as he straightened it out. Finally was the shoes. It seemed there weren’t any socks, just a pair of shoes. He squeezes them onto his feet for several painful moments before they go on. His feet shrink and much hairless as they do.
He gets up, almost falling over for some reason as his body shrunk down. However after getting his balance he doesn’t notice the reduction in size due to the heels he hadn’t noticed in the shoes.
“Okay, all dressed and ready to get those coffees.” He says, his voice coming out somewhat soft as he coughs a bit.