"Are you going to give me clothes?" Jeff asked, conscious of his naked breasts and ass.
"No, I don't think I will!" Jane said, grinning.
"I can't just walk around with no clothes on, people will freak out. Plus, I'm so fat and gross, nobody wants to see this." He gestured to his hairy crotch and flabby thighs.
"Ok, here's what I'll do. The Chronivac can change people's attitudes. I'll make it so everyone assumes you have a disorder that prevents you from wearing clothes. Doesn't mean they'll like it, but you won't get in any real trouble."
"You're a freak, you know that?"
"Hey, you have to be nice to me, or I'll change you into something way worse."
"Okay, here goes nothing." Jeff pictured how he'd react seeing a nude middle-aged woman in public, walking down the street, shopping at the store. It wouldn't be good. Well, now he WAS that nude middle-aged woman. He gulped.
Jane handed him some money, then he opened the front door and stood on the front step, revealing his new body to the world. He looked around nervously. A neighbor walked by, looked him up and down, then looked away with an obvious disgust. Okay, so this was going to gross people out, but no one would call the cops.
He slowly adjusted to walking in this new body. It was very strange, with his breasts weighing him down, his fat thighs rubbing together, the feeling of his testicles being missing. He had to do more of a clumsy waddle to pull his body forward, nothing like the elegant teenage boy stride he'd taken for granted.
As he walked down the street, a few more people walked by. One man stared at his tits for far too long. He was mortified knowing that everyone could see his breasts and his hairy snatch - body parts he didn't even have a few minutes earlier. He passed a young girl and boy - the girl looked away disgustedly while the boy stared.
He made it to the store and made his purchase. His feet were hurting bad by now - both from supporting his bulky weight and from being barefoot on the sidewalk. This needed to be over soon.