After they were done showering and drying off, Mark hugged Aiden close and then looked down at him with a smile. "Go get dressed, we're going out to dinner tonight. I wanna show my pussyboy off!" he said.
"Okay daddy. That sounds great!" Aiden replied with a genuine smile. They headed into the walk-in closet next to the bathroom. Mark couldn't help but pat his new partner's ample behind as they stepped out. "But our clothes?" Aiden asked.
"All taken care of by the Chronivac, don't you worry." Mark assured him.
And it was true. Aiden began looking through his side of the closet. He started by looking through his underwear drawers, surprised to find only women's pairs, varying from basic to more sexy. Not a single pouch on any of them, all would fit snugly against his new feminine mound and bigger butt. Reluctantly, he pulled out a pair and realized it was a thong. Should he try it on?
Mark had been watching Aiden with a smirk the whole time. He got dressed quickly. First he put on a jockstrap that really showed up his impressive package and muscular glutes. Then he pulled on some jeans and admired how they showed off his muscular legs in them mirror. A plaid short-sleeve button down shirt completed the look. It looked tight across his back and when he flexed his biceps, it threatened to rip, but the sleeves held. Of course Mark left the top few buttons unbuttoned, so that the forest of chest hair he now sported was on full display. "Definitely go with those!" he encouraged Aiden, who looked a little embarassed but pulled on the thong and began checking out how it looked and felt. "Looking good, pussyboy!" Mark told him.
Then Mark snuck out and went back over to the computer, quickly unlocking the Chronivac. As Aiden was trying on tops, he thought he'd have a little more fun. Aiden had pulled on a tight black t-shirt and was pretty happy with how it looked on his smooth, toned body. Then something looked and felt "off". His nipples, sensitive as ever, stiffened, poking through the fabric, which they seemed to do all the time now. Aiden sighed, rubbing them down but they insisted on just popping back up. And doing so only turned him on more. But then each pec began to swell ever so slightly, stretching the fabric of the shirt, but it wasn't muscle. "What the?!" he gasped.
"What's wrong, baby?" Mark asked innocently from outside. Aiden felt the new growths on his chest. They were little mounds of flesh. A-cups only, but still, they were tits. His tits. Aiden pressed them together, inspecting the new cleavage. "Daddy!" he said, annoyed, and came out to face Mark.
Mark's bearded face grinned ear to ear. "What?!" he said, checking out Aiden's new endowments. "They look so good on you!"
Aiden tried to protest, but he knew there was no point. Mark was in control.