Bobby's New Briefs

 Bobby stood in front of the mirror in his slacks shirt and tie. His girlfriend had promised that the new undershirt and briefs she bought for him would help him gain confidence. He looked at himself in the mirror, his snug fitting button up seeming almost see through.
 “Oh man!” he looked closer. He could see a tint of pink seeping through the thin fabric. “I knew I shouldn't have washed these with my red sheets!” his shoulders slumped, dejected. “I just wish I could be the person everyone wants!” He felt a tingle down in his groin. “Whoa, Ugh!” His hand grabbed onto the crotch of his pants. “These briefs are tighter than I remembered.”
 His hand slammed up against the mirror as his spine curved. His breathing became erratic as he looked at his hand. He watched it stretch and grow bigger and bigger, but his fingers, while growing bigger, became proportionately skinnier, softer, more feminine. His sleeves crawled up his arms and got even tighter than they were. His slacks raised up his legs. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and somehow softer at the same time.
 “The Fuck is going on?” His ass squeezed into his slacks tighter and tighter. He looked back as the seams started to split his legs popping through his pants as they became taller, and more shapely. His hair scratched across his scalp. It tickled down his back long thick and glorious. His skin tingled and rippled as the tattoos formed up his arms. His shoulders popped out of his button up as his pink under shirt got tighter and tighter.
 He looked at his face as he watched his lips get plumper. “Buh bup puh bu puh?” talked with them was going to get some getting used to. He watched as his eyelashes stretched longer. He was so transfixed by his slowly forming feminine face that he didn't even feel the waist of his pants snap.
 He felt an unfamiliar twitch in his nipples. His chest swelled as he didn't just develop breasts. The buttons on his shirt popped open as his tits exploded out. His undershirt was squeezing around his neck as his voice lifted higher and higher. He grabbed on to the collar and he ripped the undershirt right down the center.   
 He needed to take pictures. He reached for his phone as he felt immense pressure in his cock and he became hornier and hornier. It pumped, pulsed and then there was a popping sensation, It wasn't like an orgasm, it was like all of the masculinity just finally popped out of his system and he became her.
 “Wow!  I look hot! And I feel even Hotter!” She snapped a pick and sent it off to her girlfriend with the caption, “Come home soon! I need to have fun with you, NOW!”