When I got home, I headed straight to my room, remembering I needed to clean myself up before I had to go to work in a couple hours. First thing I did was open my closet and look at the shirts inside - and the shirts themselves didn’t change, but the proportions of the shirts did. I didn’t have a bunch of tank tops or the types of shirts that Dmitri usually had, but all of my shirts were two sizes larger, but just in the chest. The shirts by themselves looked odd, some of them kinda looked like the opposite of a maternity shirt, where the chest area folded over the stomach of the shirt. I tried a few of the shirts on and they all had the same result as before: difficult to put on, and once they were on, they were tight around my new pecs, but a bit looser around my much smaller stomach.
I went to take a shower, careful not to look in the mirror while I was in there - I didn’t have the time for another masturbation session, but unfortunately, I felt myself start to get hard as I cleaned between and underneath my chest. I quickly found myself fondling my pecs. squeezing them and feeling the muscle underneath before flexing them and feeling how hard they had become. Within minutes I came, excited from the experience and from the idea that this is mine, and considering how sexy I now found myself.
After getting out and drying myself off, I left the bathroom with the towel around my waist, headed for my bedroom, only to spot Cooper staring at me down the hall. “What the fuck, dude?” I smirked at him as I bounced my pecs at him. “What, don’t you like them?” I watched as Cooper blushed and I saw his shorts begin to tent a little. “No… but that’s not the point! I thought you were trying to play it safe with your power.” I explained to him that since I don’t know who the first swap was with, I have to keep it, and if I’m keeping it I might as well use my power regardless, since there’s no going back to ‘normal’. As I talked, I felt myself getting aroused looking at Cooper. Given, he was a handsome guy, nice trim beard, in shape, and a smooth talker with the ladies, I’d never really been into him before. I guess my libido had other plans.
Cooper sighed. “Well, maybe you should at least write down what you swapped so you can give things back to who they belong, in case you change your mind about something?” I agreed to that and headed into my room to get dressed for work.
I opened the drawer where I used to keep the clothes I wore to my factory job, assuming my new work clothes were in there, and it was a success! I took out a shirt and held it up - it was a plain black shirt, with the same odd chest proportions as every other shirt I had, and it had a logo on the front left chest for “Loft 23”. I turned it over and I saw the same logo, and above it, the word “BomberMan”. I assumed it was like a nickname, but was it Dmitri’s nickname or what my nickname is in this reality? I shrugged and put the shirt on - with even more difficulty that before, and once the shirt was on, I realize why. The shirt was skin tight on me everywhere! I felt a little uncomfortable wearing this shirt like a second skin, but I assumed it was part of the job and decided to deal with it. I also found a pair of black jeans and boots to complete the typical bouncer look. I tried to resist looking in the mirror to see how I looked, but failed as I looked into the mirror anyways. I looked pretty good wearing this, honestly! I felt myself get hard looking at my reflection and rubbed my dick a bit from over my pants before looking at the clock and realizing the time. I rushed to my car and drove to work, letting instinct take me where I needed to go.