John looks through all of his choices again, wondering who would ever want to wear some stuff like there was in there. Shaking his head, the only clothes he felt comfortable with was the "lumberjack" outfit. There wasn't anything out of the usual and besides, lumberjacks were always known or considered to be "real men". Still feeling a little uncomfortable wearing someone else's clothes, not to mention not knowing if they would fit, John hesitantly stripped out of his clothes and took both items off the hanger. With his boxers all wet and none included, John would just have to go "commando".
John lowered the pants and stepped into each leg, one after the other, one at a time, only partially pulling the pant leg up. Once the second leg was in, John pulled the pants all the way up to his waist, but waited to fasten them. Since the shirt looked exceptionally baggy for John's average body type, he just slipped the shirt on over his head, still completely buttoned. John placed then ends of the shirt inside the pants, fastened the pants together and realized they too were very long and baggy for him. Wondering how he looked, John walked over to the full body mirror on the outside of the closet door, staring at his reflection. John let go of the pants, somewhat concerned of them falling off, but John didn't care because he was in a room alone and he wanted to feel his face. John thought he was dreaming while looking in the mirror. He already sported a five o'clock shadow and he was clean shaven moments ago, before sporting the flannel shirt and jeans.
John began feeling a little weird, like a warm and fuzzy sensation coursing through his body. John grabbed at his stomach, doubling over as the feeling became unbearable. John's entire body grew in size, mounds of muscle blooming from his average body. Hair sprouted all over his body, becoming thick and dense. Hair was covering the knuckles of his thick and meaty fingers, continuing up his forearm all the way up to half his now massive biceps. The hair resumed on his toes, feet, and up the visible part of his legs. As the pain subsided, John began to feel horny, hornier than he ever had. The urge to touch and play with his cock became too much for him to handle.
John stripped off all of his clothes and was shocked to see what the pain brought on. John looked like a buffed out lumberjack, complete with a chiseled jaw, a thick and short beard, and looking down at his package, John was happy he grew to what he could remember seeing what his dad had one time he saw his father coming from the bathroom naked. John's package was five inches long flacid and an inch thick. His balls had grown to match and that was the only part of his body that did not have any hair on it. John was somewhat thankful for this as he liked to keep that area devoid of hair anyway.
Placing his attention back on his overall appearance, John felt it was time to get some answers and the only way that he was going to get any sort of answer was to talk to Mack.