As Tammy obediently slipped the jacket on, Jill smiled. She strongly suspected that the man's jacket would work the same magic on Tammy that the Woman's clothing worked on the man she used to be. Soon, she thought as Tammy put her arm through the sleeve, All I'll have to do is wait...
It didn't take long. Tammy suddenly froze. She LOVED this jacket. It was the most comfortable ting she had ever put on, and she turned to the mirror to check out her reflection. She didn't notice, and if she did she didn't care, that even as she turned to the mirror, Her breasts were deflating and turning into rock-hard abs. Her Arms bulged under her jacket, muscling up, and her hands, even as she slid them through the sleeves, turned rougher and bigger.
Actually, she thought, she didn't look bad under that jacket. The only problem was is that the rest of her looked ridiculous: Tiny, feminine legs and a short mane of blond hair stuck on such a masculine chest. She'd have to rectify that, as she turned to her lover, already waiting with a pair of pants and some underwear.