After eating an entire pizza, I got exhausted quick. I think the excitement of the transformation and the large meal combined to knock me out. I ended up deciding to sleep as the kid though, to wake up feeling young and energized.
As the Saturday morning sun hit my eyes, I turned away like normal to try and get more winks in, but as I rolled over, I noticed that the effort normally needed to flop my belly over from one side to the other was dramatically easier. I opened my eyes wide to see a much smaller mass underneath the covers. I threw them back to reveal my nude body... I forgot I also crawled in naked as a jaybird to surprise my morning self.
Even more titillating was the other surprise... high and hard. I hadn't felt this virile since... well, since my own teen years. This needed attending to, so I made to ease in, but I shouldn't have been surprised how easily it "went off" because I was a total mess of hormones and excitement. The next moments were ecstasy, as the orgasm sent vibrant pleasure arcing down every bone, muscle, and sinew of this much younger body. It was almost as if this body had never orgasmed, only playfully reached for that nirvana... and saved this wondrous, mind-blowing moment for me and me alone to experience.
Or perhaps, this body hidden away in the shoes had waited years to release... perhaps it was some psycho-sexual energy build up?
Whatever the case, I laid in the twisted sheets of my bed for a while, sweating and panting, feeling my heartbeat slow down. I felt as though I could go for 10 more rounds, but I didn't want to risk wasting the morning away. I showered and failed to keep from touching my self, but eventually I was standing at the foot of my bed, the magic socks in hand with my actual shoes. I eyed the bag of other shoes, but I decided that even if I found shoes in my size, the body could be much leaner or fatter, thus making clothing an issue all the same.
Based off the shoes I had in stock, I decided to try and buy clothing of various sizes, for different ages, and even for either gender. I spread out my shopping so as not to arouse suspicion. I guess it's paranoid, since I doubt anyone could actually imagine what I was up to, but still, a large-bellied, sweaty man in his 50's walking into a store and buying armfuls of women's clothing, or boys clothing for that matter, would be strange. Better to keep it to small purchases, an outfit for a birthday or the like.
Eventually I had enough to clothe a small legion of humans of all ages and body shapes. The trip took me a while, so by the time I arrived back at home, it was actually late afternoon. I had skipped lunch, being too excited to get back into the socks and someone elses body.
I set some food to start cooking while I hefted the clothing upstairs. I was beyond excited.
Now, I just had to figure out who I was going to be...