“Fingers crossed” said Tom crossing his manicured fingers. Once more he left the kitchen and went to the bedroom. He searched his shoe collection and emerged with some old running shoes. He then picked up the socks and returned to the kitchen “I guess you all want to watch?”
Everyone nodded. “I’ll do it here then at least initially. So just to be certain. Has anyone else worn these shoes? I wore them when I went to the gym on Wednesday night” he showed the shoes to Kate. She was the only (very remote) possibility.
“I wouldn’t touch them. They stink” was her reply.
“Here goes then” Tom was still in bare feet having not bothered to put Kerry’s sneakers back on since his latest change. He put the red socks on both feet. He felt nothing. He didn’t tingle anywhere.
He then put his feet into the running shoes. They slipped in very easily as the shoes were currently way too big for his dainty feet.
After 30 seconds Tom said “My feet are tingling”
Everyone watched. The first thing they noticed was the sock clad feet were no longer so loose in the shoes. After 3 minutes Tom’s feet had grown to fill the shoes. The tingling was at his ankles. Everyone was watching closely. Tom pushed the socks down and lifted the cuff of the jeans so that a tiny bit of flesh could be seen. Initially this was Kerry’s shaved ankle on view but as they watched hairs started to sprout and the ankle swelled.
“I think it’s working!” said a very relieved Tom.
“Lunch on Tom” declared Michael
Kate couldn’t help herself she gave her feminised husband a kiss. She was also very relieved. As much as she had enjoyed the mornings escapades she preferred that long term her husband was male. Michael and Kerry also embraced. They too were relieved. It ended up as a group hug. Tom’s relief was so palpable that he didn’t object to hugging his brother.
Tom had to break off the hug “I think I had better get these jeans off. They are getting very tight around my calves” They broke the hug and everyone looked down at Tom’s feet. All the visible leg looked very male and hairy. “It’s actually hurting” Tom declared. “It’s too tight” He sat back down and pulled the shoes off. Then got up again and raced to the bedroom. The others followed. Once inside. He undid the belt and pulled the jeans off his hips. He didn’t care that Michael was watching as he exposed his lacy blue panties. He just needed to get these jeans off. They were agonisingly tight. He sat down on the bed and pulled at the cuff but he couldn’t get a grip. They were digging into his flesh like a tourniquet.
“Michael can you pull. I don’t have the strength!” A panicking Tom screamed.