So the night continued. We ate more food and drank more liquor. We watched more TV and noticed a few more changes to people doing live reports. Those people also showed signs of gradually forsaking their clothes. On one channel a female weathercaster was giving a report for the weekend. She was fully clothed from the waist down, but wore only a bra on her upper body. In the middle of her report, without stopping or stuttering over her words, she very casually removed her bra and threw it off camera. She was the first topless person we saw.
Around 9:30 or so, Scott, Carl and me once again stripped to be photographed. Once again, we put all of our clothes back on after we finished. Since this was now the second time we had been photographed, we compared the pictures from earlier. While we all still looked male, there were definite noticeable differences. Our hair had grown a little longer. Our hands and feet were smaller. Our fingernails appeared longer. My brother and I had lost some height from what we could tell, though Carl was the same height. He wasn’t as tall as us at the start of the day.
There weren’t any other truly noticeable changes except to one area. We were all definitely lesser in the manhood department. It wasn’t that our penises looked tiny or abnormally small. They had just obviously grown smaller. Carl seemed most upset with this. I guess I could understand that. Out of the three males in the room, he would certainly be the one most reluctant to become a woman. I found it odd, however, that he wasn’t accepting of the change yet. I guessed that it would still come gradually, since so many of the changes I wished for were gradual in nature.
As our picture review session ended, Carl stood up and asked, “Who’s ready for some more booze?” While he stood up, his sweatpants simply fell off. They were just too big for him now. Pam started to laugh. Carl gave her a slightly annoyed look. He reached down and grasped the waist of the pants and lifted them back into place. When he let go of them, however, they just fell right down again. This just made Pam laugh louder. Carl looked bemused, but accepted what happened. “I was getting tired of wearing them anyway,” he said. He stepped out of them, picked them up and tossed them on the pile of discarded clothing. “I should weigh myself again.” He walked over to his scale, stepped on it, waited a second and then said, “200.” He smiled. “I can’t remember the last time I was 200.”
“Congratulations, then,” I said. “Here’s to getting even lighter,” I said as I took the last bit of drink from my glass. At that moment I felt that now familiar discomforting sensation. It was coming from my upper body this time. I unbuttoned and took off my shirt and the feeling subsided. “That’s better,” I said as I tossed my shirt on the pile.
“I have no idea why I’m still wearing these,” said Joyce as she removed her shoes. “Heads up,” she warned as she threw the shoes in the direction of the pile.
“Aren’t you getting a little cold?” Scott asked Joyce.
Joyce looked puzzled by the question. She said, “No. Why should I?”
Scott opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. “I guess I don’t know,” he said. Rachel and I gave each other a knowing look.
“I’ll be right back,” said Pam. I noticed a queasy look on her face as she quickly disappeared in the direction of the bathroom.
“Someone can’t hold their booze,” Carl said in a matter of fact tone.
“I heard that!” said a loud, but muffled noise from down the hall and behind a closed door. The door to the bathroom opened and Pam came marching down the hall. “I didn’t have to throw up. I had to get these off,” she said. She held a pair of panties in her hand that she proceeded to toss on the clothes pile. “I didn’t feel like stripping in front of my brothers.”
“Why?” asked Carl. “They’re going to have the same parts soon.” I looked at Carl and his face told me he was genuinely curious as opposed to antagonistic.
Pam looked back at him and couldn’t come up with answer. Finally she said, “Well, they don’t yet.”
This round of clothing shedding ended when Rachel removed her socks and Scott discarded his jeans.