The next morning Jay stumbles out of his room dressed in his customary jeans and a t-shirt. Sean had been watching television while waiting for Jay to wake all morning since he had been busying making some changes to Jay that night. Jay inquired, "What are you watching?"
Sean shrugged and replied, "One of the Lethal Weapon movies, sort of. I keep surfing back and forth. Why don't you have a seat, maybe you'll find something?"
Jay didn't have much better to do on this Saturday morning, so he did.
Sean brought up, "Apparently the A/C is busted again, I've called the repair guy to come see us on Monday. You might want to take your shirt off to keep from getting to hot. After all, it's just us two guys here."
Jay thought about it and agreed the advice was sound, soon removing his shirt and tossing it to the side. Sean tried to keep his eyes from popping as he finally got to see his major changes to Jay up close and in person: Jay had small, somewhere on the verge of B-cup, breasts. Jay wasn't wearing a bra and they were as perky and cute as Sean had hoped for when playing with Chronivac the night before.
Devoid of his usually baggy t-shirt it was also easier to see some of the other changes: Jay's belt was tightened around a smoother, skinnier waist, but his men's cut jeans were nearly stretched to bursting around his wider hips and ass. The large, and Sean couldn't help himself making it a bit larger, bulge in front said jeans belied the otherwise womanly curves. Jay was still Sean's height, but his legs were longer. Jay hands and feet were daintier, his feet a bit smaller and his ankles more slender.
Sean, trying to mask his appraisal and gauge the effectiveness of the mental suggestions, tried some small talk, "Have you thought about trying a woman's cut pair of jeans? Those are in style again and I think you might be more comfortable."
Jay chuckled, "You know I've tried those Sean, but it's nearly impossible to find one with long enough legs. You've seen me wear them sometimes around the apartment as capris, but I've yet to see capris become fashionable for us guys." Jay's voice, in saying that, rose a little higher than normal, subconsciously as he talked about a more girlish topic. Sean had extended Jay's range all the way up into sexy soprano range and given him control of it, except when nearing orgasm where it would rise on its own accord.
Jay had finally settled on a romantic comedy following his slow and arduous channel observation. Jay finally noticed how much Sean was staring at him.
Higher still: "Sean, honey, why do you look like you haven't seen this guy's tits in days?" Cute, doe-eyed innocent blink.
Sean had been aroused since he had talked Jay into removing his shirt, but the slutty implication nearly jolted him over the edge. He subconsciously uncrossed his legs, spread eagle and sent a hand for Jay's tits and another for Jay's cock...