Joan continued to sob into her friend's shoulder, suddenly realizing how amazingly gentle Vanessa was. Her back was being stroked in a very motherly sort of way, which was very unusual for Vanessa. Vanessa was very good about sucking things up, and she typically expected the same of others, but this time she was acting as almost more than a friend.
Joan's mind was suddenly brought back to the uncomfortable feeling around her waste. Hastily wiping her eyes, she immediately grabbed a pair of jeans that belonged to Vanessa's father. He wasn't a fat man, but his waste was definately larger and bit flabbier than Joan's, so a belt was in order. Vanessa, realizing what it was her friend was searching for, ran to a large chest of drawers and retrieved a pair of red boxers and a large black belt with the image of an eagle on it. It was her dad's favorite, but he hadn't worn it in quite a while.
Joan turned her back to Vanessa, who politely looked away as Joan changed into the new garments. The legs on the pants were a bit too long, but Joan expected that she might grow into them. At any rate, they were much, much more comfortable than her own figure-hugging pants.
"Feeling better?" Vanessa asked. She looked Joan over, as though trying to figure how much more she would change and if she would change back to female at the same slow rate once the ray gun had been found. "I know it probably doesn't make you feel any better," she said at last, "but you really are turning into a cute boy. Heck, I'd say you're more attractive like this than you are as a 100% girl!"
Joan grimaced, but she could have very easily returned the compliment to Vanessa, who seemed to have grown more beautiful in the past few minutes.