James returned to his own room and looked for something that might fit his new female body. Unfortunately nothing did fit. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw Aisha looking back at him in an oversized shirt with nipples showing and shorts that were tight over his enlarged bum. Aisha would not be impressed if he showed up at her place looking like this.
Then he remembered his sister's room. Jacinta was currently overseas but she had a wardrobe which would no doubt contain girl clothes. Surely if Jacinta was aware of his situation, she would only be too happy to allow him to borrow something more appropriate for his current body? She was away for another month or so. Jacinta was pretty much the same size as Aisha. He could borrow something then have the clothes washed and returned to the wardrobe after his "situation" was resolved. James made his way to Jacinta's room.
James quickly decided he needed to wear a bra. Even the short walk to Jacinta's room had made him aware of just how much his newly acquired breasts bounced with every step he took. He just hoped that Jacinta and Aisha were the same bra size. James did feel a bit guilty looking through Jacinta's underwear drawers. Some of the items were rather risque. Did Jacinta really wear G-string panties? Wouldn't they ride up your crack and give you a wedgie? However he did find a white bra that seemed brand new. the tag said it was a C-cup. It was lacier than he was hoping for but it did seem large enough. James struggled to put it on. It took forever to connect the clips trying to reach behind his back.
Immediately he could appreciate the support the bra gave him. The wobbly breasts were well contained. The only problem was the bra seemed a little small and tended to accentuate his cleavage. There were some white panties that seemed to match the bra. They were not a G-string and that was good enough for James. He took off his own boxers and slipped on Jacinta's panties. They fit snugly but comfortably.
Satisfied that he was now wearing comfortable underwear James searched Jacinta's wardrobe for a pair of pants. He found some blue jeans, sat on the edge of Jacinta's bed and tried to put them on. Much to Jame's chagrin he couldn't pull Jacinta's jeans up over his child bearing hips. His bum was too fat. It seemed Aisha was larger in the hips than Jacinta. James searched Jacinta's wardrobe for other options but all the shorts and pants were just too tight. He had to settle for a denim skirt with an elasticised waist. James had never though of Aisha as chubby, he was physically attracted to her. Curvy was perhaps a more appropriate word. His problem was that Jacinta was just too skinny.
Eventually James was dressed in the denim skirt and a modest pale green shirt that was sort of like a polo shirt but with extra large arms. It seemed to James that it was meant to be worn not tucked in. It was comfortable enough.
To Jame's relief it seemed Jacinta and Aisha shared the same shoe size. James found some sneakers and white socks. He once more looked in the mirror and was at last satisfied that he looked decent, albeit that he looked like Aisha. He than grabbed his wallet and keys. He was frustrated that the pockets on the skirt were seemingly for looks only. He had to just carry his wallet and keys in his small hands as he headed to his car, happy not to run into anyone on the way.
A quick adjustment of the seat and mirrors was needed and it was disconcerting how the seatbelt sat between his breasts, however driving seemed no different and 15 minutes later he pulled into the exact same parking spot where he had dropped off Aisha an hour earlier. He hesitated about getting out of the car as there were some residents having dinner on a patio overlooking the entrance to Aisha's unit complex. James didn't want to be seen. He suddenly had 2nd thoughts about visiting Aisha.