Find something to wear, obviously.

You had to cover up first before you even thought about doing anything else. The criteria was that if you got knocked up within 48 hours, you would remain in this body forever. While that offer was becoming tempting as you ogled the size of your breasts and hips in the mirror, you couldn't allow that to happen. All you wanted was for your life to get back to normal, you just wanted to be a guy again... you just wanted to be John again. And that meant that you needed to find something, anything to wear. Just by glancing at yourself in the mirror, you could tell you were more "endowed" than your sister, Gwen, was. Whereas she had B-cups, you had D-cups. There was no way any of her bras would fit you. Not to mention her ass and hips were nothing compared to what you had right now, meaning that any pants or shorts would be a tight fit.

And that wasn't even including panties or thongs.

Regardless of that fact, she would most likely have something that could potentially fit you.

Grabbing your phone from where you had left it beside your bed, your thumb flicked the fingerprint ID and you pulled up your message. Your sister had messaged you.

Hey John I'm going to be out this weekend alongside mom and dad, and your brother... I think? Anyways, you have control of the house. Don't fuck anything up!

Turning off your phone, you clasped it tightly in your hand as a big smile stretched across your face. This was great, you didn't have to worry about accidentally stumbling into your sister or your hyper-sexual brother. You had free reign of the house, and free reign of your sister's wardrobe.

Your free hand clasped the cool, bronze handle of your door as you pushed it open. You moved quickly, moving towards your sister's room with the dark brown oak door ajar. As you slipped inside, you looked around the room. There was a small pile of clothes on the ground, and a wide assortment of different types of underwear and outfits in the closet as well.

While the temptation to just grab whatever you saw came into your mind, a new thought came into your brain. Maybe it came with this new feminine body of yours, or maybe the "magic" had alerted your mind too… but you wanted to find a specific outfit to wear.

You didn't want anything that had been quickly cobbled together. No, you wanted to choose what you thought would look nice. After all, you did look like Mia Khalifa now… might as well dress up a little too, right?

After what felt like an eternity, you had finally cobbled together enough clothing to have a few outfits to lay out. Your eyes briefly looked at each outfit, weighing how modest they were to how revealing they were. You found:

• Outfit One: It looked very much like a tennis outfit. From the black sports bra which, luckily, was big enough to cover your tits, to the white miniskirt. That outfit looked so... revealing. Despite how nervous it made you, the outfit oddly excited you. You wanted to show off this body... didn't you? It would show plenty of cleavage and legs, it was risqué.

• Outfit Two: All of it, the whole thing, looked very different than anything you had seen before. Or, at least, the top portion. It consisted of a long-sleeve black bodysuit top, alongside some standard ripped black jeans. The outfit looked a little sexy to you, but you were not sure how well it would cover you. It would offer more coverage than the tennis outfit, but the top looked a bit tight which meant no bra... great.

• Outfit Three: This outfit was definitely risqué. Just from looking at it you knew it would struggle to contain your bust, hips, and ass. The outfit was like a thing out of your dreams, something that you would wish a girl would wear so you could stare at them. But now, it seemed, that very dream was right in front of you. Except you would be wearing it.

• Outfit Four: And then, there it was, the final outfit. Out of all the outfits thus far, it really looked quite simple. A pair of black leggings and a pink hoodie. You blushed when you looked at the leggings, there was no way you were going to get those on without a struggle… but that was part of the fun of this, right?