First, a hot new wardrobe

A/N: Alright, everyone, poll is over! What an even split! Watch for future chapters where I'll try to include some of both the top results.

George walks through the parking lot, his gait much longer than Penny's. John has to hurry to keep up. He's getting more and more used to the body. Penny's instincts and experiences bleed over well enough that John doesn't even have an issue walking in these ridiculous heels. He wonders how much his mother had done it before, seeing as how he had to snap heels of this size into existence. He's wet just thinking about the past she must have had before he was born. She'd been pretty in her youth, especially after his changes.

John makes sure to get a good look at George's fantastic ass stretching his bespoke suit pants before he catches up with his father's powerful stride. Again he thinks about how he could improve his father's appearance, and something inside him rejects the idea. He even feels a little guilty about what he did to the man's dick, but the idea of that new, incredible dick pushes those thoughts away. He watches the man for his intent, rather than asking where he's planning to go, following him into a nearby store. The store is one that John has never heard of before, called Lady's Street, which suggests that it's one of the ones he'd snapped into existence. Entering the store feels like an immediate shock on the eyes, as John is assaulted by colors and contrasts. He's surprised by the sheer variety of clothes. There are sections dedicated to sundresses, to business-wear, to club-wear. Within those sections are pastels, muted colors, leather, latex, lycra, and any other number of materials and styles. The only commonality in the store is that everything is tight, exposing, or both. The only style missing is casual-wear. Anything that looks vaguely comfortable is only so coincidentally.

The mannequins all have porn star proportions and seem to be also dressed like a pornstar at the beginning of a scene. The clothes are some that a stripper might wear to pretend to be a secretary or housewife or teacher, but could never deceive the audience. In fact, John is almost certain he's seen a blouse/skirt combo on one in a video he has saved to his harddrive. It's an early 2000s style deep v blouse that would normally have a lace cami under it, but is much better for not, and the pencil skirt off the manequin would probably be about half the size.

"Hey, look at that one, what do you..."

"Over here," George says, cutting John off. Oops, John forgot his place. He's so grateful that George isn't punishing him for that.

George leads the way through the store. John sees a few women casually browsing. They're all young and attractive, but nothing like Penny is now, and their outfits are certainly more conservative. Smugly, John thinks that they're all too chicken to dress how they really want. He watches George to see if he would stare at the other girls, and feels an odd satisfaction that he doesn't. John certainly would have in his old body, before he realized how sexy George is. He notes the cashier, a greasy looking man standing who is clearly checking out any girl that passes by. He wonders if that's a positive at this store that's clearly designed for exhibitionists, or if the man were making the other girls uncomfortable. He knows that he's been enjoying the lingering gazes, so he doesn't do anything about it.

John realizes that no one but George is attractive to him anymore, at least more than clinically. He makes a mental note to ask George later if his husband would want him to be bisexual.

They arrive at a rack of dresses. George judiciously looks through them, correctly rejecting some that are tight without also being revealing. He pulls one part way out and explains, "we're here for a whole new wardrobe, but I wanted to start with some things to wear at business dinners." He looks the dress over, feels where the fabric meets under the breasts to see if it can be separated more, and hands it over. It seems to be the right blend of elegant and slutty. Something that could look the part at any formal restaurant, but would have the elderly tut-tutting, and the waitstaff fighting over who gets their table.

George picks a few dresses out for Penny, laying each one across his outstretched arms. Always eager to please, John takes the dresses into the changing room.

Red is the color of sex, right? Red is supposed to ignite passion in the heart. John is sure that George will like this one. He steps out of the changing room to model it. He knows this makes his tits look great and he poses in a way that will show off his hips. George looks up from his cellphone to evaluate his wife. John watches his crotch as much as his face. He seems to approve, but all he does is twirl his finger, suggesting he shows off the back. Yes, this will do. Still, John goes back in to try on another.

Black this time, and very elegant. John likes the way his tits are very nearly falling out. Paired with a pearl necklace that men will use as an excuse to stare at her tits, large expensive earrings, and some formal shoes, this could be the dress for any black tie event. John wonders where this outfit planning mindset is coming from. It's not something he's ever thought of before. Again, George's cock seems to approve of the dress.

"Something important about trying on dresses is seeing how well they slip off. Wanna come test that for me?" John says with a wink.

"We don't have time for this. We still have other sections, and then other stores entirely. Stop wasting my time," George says, flatly.

Cowed, John hurries to change back into her slut-wear. God, her pussy is practically aching, and he considers snapping to make his father come fuck his brains out, but that's not right. John is here to serve, not the other way around. Still, he leaves off the thong when getting dressed again, just in case. Maybe George will notice the shine on Penny's thigh and ravage her in the restroom.

The two continue through the store, trying on further very small outfits. They get clothes for dinners, for less formal events, for casual vacations, for lounging around the house. John can tell that George expects him to put real effort into his appearance at all times, and every single outfit leaves access to his pussy. His father does not consider a single pair of shorts or pants, which is all fine with him. Every thing he tries on makes him feel so sexy and feminine. This perfect body, his mothers, but as sexual as can be. It just feels right, like he's finally reached his destiny. Every stare reaffirming his choices, George's approval validating his life. He wonders what George has planned, but knows better than to do more than try to anticipate his needs. If his husband wants him to know, he'll say it.

They check out and John feels the creepy cashier's eyes fixed firmly on Penny's body. He looks to George, who looks more bored than anything, but there's no way he isn't seeing this, right? John thinks back to their relationship and doesn't remember his father being particularly jealous.

"Is she really worth this much?" the sleezy man asks George, with a chuckle. "I mean I'd pay a lot for a night with her, but this is a lot."

George sighs, "She's my wife, and she's done a piss poor job of looking the part. Think of this as an investment." He grins at the guy and slips a hand under John's skirt, caressing his ass.

The two banter back and forth about John, who stands awkwardly, feeling that this conversation isn't supposed to include her. Finally, George inserts his black credit card. He isn't looking at the total on the machine (which is in the thousands), but at John. Is that disapproval? Uh oh.