Before Dillon decided to do anything with the ring, he at least figured to get some clothes on. He stepped into his bedroom and went to his closet to find a change of clothes. Unfortunately, his new muscular frame didn't make it really possible. Even shirt he pulled out was laughable compared to the size of his chest. "Great... What am I supposed to... Wait, I am such an idiot." Dillon looked at the ring. "My clothes will change to perfectly fit my physique and my tail." With that, Dillon saw his shirt he had in his hands grow before his eyes. With that, he put his shirt on to realize it was a perfect fit. Nearly skin tight but comfortable. "Yeah, I like this." Dillon said flexing his arms in his short sleeve. He went over to his drawers to see his underwear had basically became spandex and speedos with a gaping hole in the back for his tail. Probably to better fit his bulging junk to which made him blush. Sliding on a pair along with pulling his tail though the hole, he noticed it was now pink. "Heh, must be embarrassment." Dillon commented. Finally he opened his jean drawer to find his pants did get bigger with the inclusion of a tail hole.
Now Dillon was back to being fully dressed, he was about ready to make another venture. That is until a knock on his door and a familiar voice interrupted it. "Dillon, are you there? I hope I have the right address." Dillon was startled to hear it was his mom's voice. He had only changed Phil to think this was normal, so he had to do the same for his mom. In fact, he should probably make it so nobody sees him as abnormal. Dillon whispered in the ring. "Everyone will be oblivious to any changes I have made." The ring glowed and Dillon set himself up to introduce his mom to his living quarters.
Dillon opens the door to see his mom... At least looking down on her because he seemed to have towered over her by a a good 8 inches. "Oh wow!" His mom reacted. Dillon got startled for a minute. Did the ring not work? "You look slightly bigger than I remember. And your tail is pink. Everything okay?" Dillon let a sigh of relief out. "Everything is fine." With that, his tail turned back to bright green. "Anyway, what are you doing here? And how did you get my address?" His mom laughed. "If you don't want strangers visiting your place, don't out your address on social media." Dillon rolled his eyes. "And I thought I'd check to see how your place is coming along. I can give you some tips you know." Dillon remembered before he moved out, his mom was an interior decorator so it made sense that she'd probably want to help her son out with his new living space. "Sure. But just look around. I'm not exactly ready to open a budget yet." He gestured her to enter.
"Right. Let's take a look around." It was at that point Dillon saw another opportunity to test his powered. Not only with his mom, but with his apartment as well. Any advice she gives him, he could make changes automatically if everything worked the way it did. Changing his mom was another thing though. He wants to make something creative of her, but how exactly?