Get right on to it

Going up the stairs is an absolute struggle with the way your weight is distributed. Your belly is so heavy to the point you're starting to notice some back pains already. You finally manage to get to your room, although tired and out of breath. Damn, this is going to be hard!

Get anything that may be of some use on your journey. Cellphone. Water bottle. Some of the protein bars you always have lying around. Your drumsticks (you need some sort of memento to keep you sane). Your cash savings of $883,00. Lastly a medium-sized bag to stuff it all inside.

You flop on your bed with your cushy ass. All set and done, just one last thing. You gulp down some of the anxiety that comes with the last item. Clothes.

You pull your shirt off, once again exposing your bare breasts. It's a little harder for the pants to come out, since you can't quite bend down with your pot belly on the way. You grab a bunch of boxers from one of your drawers. Still acting manly in that little girly body of yours, aren't you?

Even though most of your clothes are several sizes bigger than yours, you feel like there aren't any shirts that can cover the entirety of your bloated tummy. Unless...

You grab your Cowboys' jersey and put it on. It's unsettling how loose it feels on your shoulders. There's also the fact that the sleeves cover your hands. At least it conceals your bump perfectly.

A sigh of frustration leaves your body. Besides the jersey and boxers, you're not going to be able put the rest of your wardrobe to use. Maybe your sister would have something you can wear?

You waddle down to Zoe's bedroom, your bare feet tapping against the cold floor. Her socks and sneakers would be useful. You grab some of her more comfy T-shirts, sweaters and a pair of her pajamas. You freeze when you pull the drawer full of her underwear. You grab one of her pink panties and give it a little sniff.

Oh, Lucas. Always the smartass...

Zoe'll need clean clothes once you find her right? You should bring just this one and one of her bras with you. Speaking of which, it would be convenient not having your floppy breasts waggling up and down.