Jacqueline, no Jack he reminded himself, continues looking at himself in the mirror and watches as his clothing begins to change to match his new form.
His shirt shrinks and changes color as it reforms into a bright orange tube top that barely covers the lower half of her colossal chest while turning the top half into a canyon of cleavage that jiggles with the slightest movement. His pants became a short ripped jean skirt that showed off her, his Jack reminded himself again, well padded butt. His socks disappeared as his shoes turned into a pair of black stilettos, that he discovered he had no problem standing in. His watch became a fake silver bracelet that hung loosely around his wrist. And his wallet, that had fallen out of his pant's pocket when it had changed, morphed into a purse.
Jack spent the next several minutes looking over the changes and found himself admiring how good he now looked in his new clothes. Then something in his purse started beeping. Picking it up and opening it Jack found it was his phone reminding him that he had to be at work in three hours for a group booked party.
"Well what should I in the meantime?" wondered Jack aloud as he put the phone back in his phone.