Dropping the pants and kicking them to the side, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, marveling at the abrupt convergence just below his ribcage of Joy’s pale, smooth skin and his slightly tanned and hairy skin. Joy’s waist was also considerably smaller than his rib cage, which created an exaggerated hourglass silhouette when he studied his new form. His 42 inch chest and upper torso was pinched inward at the convergence line and stayed that way until the mass of Joy’s classically feminine hips flared outward. Jon ran his hands along the convergence line, the skin tingled slightly, and he moved them down along Joy’s hips and across the stomach, stopping at the navel. Placing his thumbs in the elastic waistband of the underwear, he slid them down around the thighs.
In the mirror he could see the neat patch of strawberry blonde pubic hair covering what closer examination proved to be the puffy and slightly open cleft of Joy’s vagina that hung there gaping with a strange weight. He looked down and noticed about a 2 inch gap that allowed him see daylight between Joy’s two thighs where they connected with the hips, and as hard as he tried, he could not squeeze the two legs together to close the space.
Using the washcloth, he began washed the area, careful to not rub too hard as to inadvertently violate Joy’s equipment. The feeling at first was as though he were running the washcloth over his scrotum, but it did not take too long for the feelings to change, and soon a familiar “itch” started to grow, as did his need to scratch it. He stopped suddenly realizing where this could be going and decided it was not the time or place. Reaching down to pull the underwear back up, he caught glimpse of the white cotton crotch panel of the underwear. Stretching the briefs out further so he could see better, he noticed it was caked in white, flaky crust and further back on the panel, the fabric was stained, slightly darker with more of the crusty substance. Starting to feel disgusted, Jon reached down through Joy’s legs with the washcloth and scrubbed the area around Joy’s anus. The area felt sore and sensitive, and once he applied what must have been too much pressure so the rough cotton washcloth slipped slightly into the orifice causing Jon to wince slightly as a pain caused him to flinch and clench his teeth. He tossed the washcloth into the sink and thought twice about pulling up Joy’s soiled underwear before finally sliding them down and kicking them under the toilet. He decided to go without underwear instead of wearing Joy’s dirty pair, and in his rationalization, it was not as though he needed any support anyway. He turned to grab the pair of blue sweatpants off of the door knob and stole a quick glance at Joy’s pert, pale butt. Looking closer, he could see what appeared to be fading red lines on the smooth skin and what looked like a combination of old and new bruises.
Turning Joy’s backside further toward the mirror, he saw a large bruise in the small of the back and in the area he had been feeling the twinge of pain. There were also small circular scars in random pattern across the upper part of the buttocks lower back. “What the…” he said under his breath.