Slipping out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, his clothes...along with Destiny's underwear...under one arm, feeling self-conscious about the way he was suddenly walking and holding his posture every time he stopped and listened to the silent apartment, Paul slowly made his way back to his room.
Inside, he dropped his clothes on the bed and hugging himself, failing to realise that he looked like a flat-chested woman the way he was standing and holding himself, Paul thought for a moment.
Collecting his boxer shorts, he pulled them back, shifted them about and finally removed them, hating suddenly the way they felt and pressed against his body. Looking at the woman's underwear, Paul shook his head and instead pulled back on his pants, but quickly took them back off when he failed to get comfortable wearing them without underwear.
Sighing, resigning himself to the fact that he would have to wear Destiny's underwear for a bit longer, he pulled the panties on, torn between liking how they looked, how they felt and how they showed off just the right amount of his body and hating himself for feeling so feminine wearing them.
Pulling his pants back on, he fetched a belt from the closet, realising that his waist and pelvic region was a lot smaller now. Putting back on his shirt, he notched the belt, put back on his shoes and socks and for a moment, stood, thinking about what he should do and how might he reverse the transformation, worrying about whether it was possible to undo such a thing and upset at the prospect of having a woman's genitals for the rest of his life.
Clicking off the light to his room, Paul headed for the laundry area, noting that the drier was still running and had at least an hour and a half before it was finished, as he entered.
Looking about, trying to come up with a reason as to why Destiny might have left her underwear in the drier, Paul found himself drawing a blank as to the reasoning and as to what he was looking for. But then he spied something in the waste-bin and shifting aside the discarded drier-sheets and bits of lint, he pulled out a tag, clearly stating 'Low-Cut Bikini Briefs Size: Small' and on the other side the name of the store where they had been purchased.
Wondering if this was the tag to the underwear he was now wearing, Paul headed for the kitchen and flipping open the telephone book, he scanned the pages, frustrated when he could not find the place of business listed.
Sitting at the table, looking at the tag, Paul flipped it over ever once and a bit, his mind rolling through different ideas, situations and outcomes of him telling Destiny what he had done. After about twenty minutes, frustrated and fed up with his inability to come up with anything, Paul decided that what he really wanted was to take a walk and maybe get something to eat.
"Perhaps some Nanny-food," he told himself as he headed for the front door and then stopped, wondering why he would be craving comfort food.
As he reached for his coat and keys, the door before him opened and Nathan and Destiny stepped through. As Paul pulled on his coat, Nathan asked, "Going out, Pauline?" as Destiny dropped today's mail on the table and then hung her coat up on the wrack behind the door.
Without really paying attention to how he just been addressed, Paul nodded and explained, "Don't really feel like cooking anything this evening."
Nathan nodded and answered, "Destiny and I were planning on watching flicks all night, if you want to join us."
Shrugging, Paul answered, "Maybe later," as he exited out and began walking down the hall towards the stairs, his mind on finding the store and just registering how Nathan had addressed him moments ago.
At the bottom of the steps, Paul took his wallet from his pocket book, he flipped it open and looked at the driver's licence he had gotten just recently. Where it had once said 'Paul', it now read 'Pauline'. And where once had been the letter M next to the word sex, was now the letter F.
Disturbed by this little revelation, Paul closed the pocket book and slipped it back into his pocket and began to walk, wondering what he was going to do about his feminine problem.