Jezebel remembers the changes wrought by her journal on her life. Apparently reading the first section, where she wrote down a detailed description of her body, hadn't changed everything. She needs clothes now or wants them. In the moment there is little difference. Jezebel flips through the journal just skimming-
"...and I saw that it was the recently retired Mr. Hawthorne!"
"...and that's when she told me she was pregnant."
...and of course I made him a birthday cake with special frosting, as usual."
...and mom asked if I wanted to go shopping." Jezebel stopped, spreading the thin journal wide. A drawing of her mom, as she had remembered her as James. The age gap created by her de-aging was enhanced, but she was still a relatively attractive middle aged woman with hair dyed to fight the encroaching grey. The section described going to the nearby outlet mall and struggling to find clothes that fit Jezebel's style which was somewhat outdated lacy gothy costuming - more fit to holloween and niche anime than high school in America.
She glances up from her reading and stared at her cloths, catching a glimpse of a t-shirt changing size and a lonely suit becoming a big exquisite prom dress. Turning back to the journal she reads about buying several dresses, skirts, a leather jacket, and most importantly some underwear. Or rather picking it up. The journal described saving a locally owned lingerie business by finding out the manager of a big chain was sabotaging it. More hijinks and nonsense, but the owner, a sweet old lady, was more than happy to make custom bottoms for Jesse at cost.
All of that goes a long way to the enormous collection of beautiful lingerie in blacks, reds, whites and more neatly organized in the closet across from Jesse. Perfect.
She shuts the journal carefully and stands, nude, in her basement apartment. She trots over to the closet, humming, and chooses underwear first - a pair made to sit high on the hips and split to let her cock, balls, and vulva free. That goes with a skirt, also in black, with lace trim, that flares out and hangs about her ankles. A white blouse with french collars and a big ruffle gives her a foppish appeal, and a pair of black ballet flats cover her feet. The perfect outfit to...