Kyle hesitated holding the knob to his closet door, Jen had said his new clothes would be sexy and tight, he didn't want to look, but he had too, he needed to know. Kyle closed his eyes, sighed, and opened the closet door, he knew it would all be fetish gear, it had to be all latex and leather, he imagined a wardrobe full of dominatrix style clothing with heels so high they'd make him walk on his tip toes. He opened his eyes and let out a slight gasp.
Instead of what he expected, he found a wardrobe that was much to is own taste, but with obvious changes. His band shirts were back, but hanging along with them were a few dark colored corsets. His hoodies had returned, but there was a leather jacket with a metal loops and spikes. He had a few regular pairs of jeans, much wider in the hips, but there were also a few black skirts. He looked down and saw that most of the heels that were there this morning had been replaced by various types of boots. As he looked at his new wardrobe the only phrase that came to mind was “big titty goth.”
“I.... I can live with this.” Kyle said, he walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, his boxers had been replaced with pair of lacy panties and bras, but on the other side of the drawer were a couple of neon colored bikini tops, and a few neatly folded fishnet tops. “I can definitely live with this.” All in all his new clothing was much more revealing, but much to his taste. Kyle picked up a bra and looked at it's size. “36P? These looked bigger than that... well I am wearing them after all.” He muttered.
He took the pair of under garments and went to the bathroom, taking a shower sounded good for his aching body. He took his time washing his new curves, reflecting on his situation as he thought about how many fetish stories he read about this very scenario. He had to admit, having a fetish and living it were two very different things, still, at least he was hot now. He resisted playing with himself too much, there would be time for that later and his breasts were still sore.
After his shower he got dressed, a pair of sweats that were tight enough to be yoga pants, and a shirt that hugged his body tight enough that it highlighted his thin waist and large breasts. He looked at himself in the mirror. “Tight and sexy... at least I'm warm now.” He went to the living room and did his homework, after a while his mom got home.
“Hello sweetie. How'd your day go?”
“Ugh, terrible, I ache and my feet hurt.” He grumbled as he finished the last of his work.
“I told you stilettos were a bad idea. But you didn't listen.”
“I know!” He grumbled in mock anger, may as well play the part. “But I had to try it. How was your day?”
“It was okay, not good but not bad. I ordered pizza,” She said handing him some money. “Just in case I'm in the shower when they come.”
“Cool.” Kyle finished his work and payed for the pizza, the delivery guy couldn't take his eyes off Kyle's boobs, and Kyle for his part gave him the classic wink and kiss, making the guy blush as he left. Kyle and his mother spent the rest of the night watching shows they liked, and later Kyle went to bed.
The next morning Kyle woke up, having had a nightmare that his tits had continued growing for the rest of the night, finding that it was indeed a nightmare, but noticing that his skin now matched his head in skin tone, making him look like a very short haired goth girl. Getting up Kyle tried to decide what style of clothes to wear to school today. He decided to stay plain for the time being, he wasn't ready to embrace his goth/raver style just yet, thinking to himself that he'd do it later when his hair was longer.
Dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged so tight they may as well have been painted on, and a t shirt that again hugged his slim and busty body, he still felt exposed, but much more covered than yesterday. Kyle finished breakfast and went to school, his first day as a busty woman had been weird, he wondered what would happen today.