An old t-shirt

Not wanting to delve into women's clothes, especially not his ex-girlfriends, Alex grabs one of his t-shirts and pulls it on. Thanks to his new size, it falls to mid thigh.

Content with that, he walks out of his room and sees Nathan sitting on the couch, still looking a little angry. His eyes move to Alex, and he clearly scans his new body again.

"That's really you, huh?" Nathan asks.

"Yeah," Alex says, sitting next to him on the couch. "I have no idea how this happened, man. It makes no sense."

"Maybe something happened at the party? You were talking with that hot chick most of the night, then you bowed out. Did something happen after that?"

Alex bit his lip as he tried to remember. He barely even remembered arriving at the party the previous night. He definitely didn't remember talking with a girl or doing anything after. "I don't know. I can't remember."

"Well, that's not fucking helpful," Nathan said.

"You don't have to tell me, Nathan. You think I want these things on my chest?" Alex asked, grabbing his breasts. As he did, his palm grazed his nipples and sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. A little moan escaped his lips and he pulled his hands away.

Nathan's eyes are locked on Alex's chest, his mouth slightly open.

Alex felt a little thrill, even through the embarrassment that he was feeling after the weird little show he just gave. Nathan was clearly attracted to Alex's new body, and an idea occurred to him. He could tease Nathan a little bit, have a bit of fun.