Suddenly, Kyle heard Beryl walking down the hall. Before he could hide, she entered the room.
"Kyle, what the hell are you doing in my room!?" Beryl yelled.
Kyle tried to reply, but just sputtered sounds and pointed at the jeans he was wearing.
Beryl rolled her eyes, "Fine. Borrow my pants, you little shit. See if I care."
Kyle, in a state of confusion, left the room. If what Jen said was true, then no one notices the changes and it all has to do with what clothes he wore. This could be interesting, but Kyle was still getting used to having a pussy. He ate some breakfast and was getting his things in order, when Beryl came down the stairs and left in a hurry. Kyle was now alone in the house. What to do?