They go back to his place.

Luna and Johnny climb out of the car, and walk up to Johnny's apartment. As they reached the door, Luna made a note of the address. She was about to pull out her phone to make a note, but then thought of an idea.

"Will I always remember Johnny's address?" she asked.

And with that, Johnny's address was permanently committed to her memory. 113 Guerrero Street, Apartment 63. Johnny pulled out the keys to his apartment, but Luna stopped him.

"Wait, don't I hold the keys to your apartment instead of you?"

Luna blinked, and suddenly, the keys in Johnny's hand weren't there anymore. At the same time, Luna felt a weight in her pocket that she was sure wasn't there before.

"Yeah, you do. Can you open the door for me?"

Luna put the keys in the lock, and opened his door. As they both walk into his apartment, a waft of smells enters Luna's nose. Rancid pizza boxes, sweaty smelly old laundry, and a kitchen sink of dirty dishes greeted her.

"Don't worry, the maid's coming tomorrow." Johnny said, seeing Luna's disgusted face.

"But you don't need a maid. Haven't you always been a neat freak who likes to keep things spotless?"

The pizza boxes, dirty dishes, and dirty laundry all vanished. The furniture, previously stained with years of pizza grease, spilled drinks and god knows what else, suddenly looked almost brand new. The air in the apartment felt noticeably fresher, now smelling of cleaning solution, lemon, and lilac.

"Yeah, but my family pays for it, so I guess it can't hurt to get it extra clean. Anyway, could you wait out here a moment? I need to change."

"I'll come in with you. You're ok with me seeing you naked, right?"

"Sure, whatever."

Johnny walked in, took off his t shirt and pants, and opened his closet door. He was intending to change into pajamas, but Luna stepped in again.

"Wait, is your closet just filled with nothing but feminine clothing?"

The closet, previously filled with t shirts, button up shirts, men's pants, business jackets, and a tuxedo, was now filled with nothing but dresses, skirts, blouses, high heeled shoes, short shorts, tank tops, and other feminine attire.

"Yes, but it's my sister's. She's moving overseas, and she needed somewhere to store her clothes for a bit. I obviously don't wear any of it though."

"But everything in that closet belongs to you, right?"

Johnny, previously speaking confidently and casually, suddenly began to act a bit nervous.

"Well, yeah, but I have female guests over here all the time. It's for them. Ya know, in case they spill something on them or whatever and need a change."

Luna was amused at how each change rewrote reality to explain everything away. She knew what she intended to do to him, but doing it all at once wouldn't have been nearly as fun. She slowly began to push him further.

"But you exclusively wear those clothes when you're home at your apartment, right?"

Johnny was silent for a moment. He stifled a nervous laugh.

"N- no! Of course not. I'm a man, I don't do that shit."

"But you've been shaving your face and everything below your neck to make yourself look more like a woman, as well as plucking your eyebrows to give yourself a nice feminine arch. Isn't that right?" Luna asked, examining Johnny's now perfectly smooth, hairless body and perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"I, uh, I'm on the swim team."

Luna knew perfectly well that their college didn't have a swim team. Now she was getting impatient. Time to send him over the deep end.

"It's ok! You love wearing feminine clothing, and appearing feminine. That's why you've always preferred to grow your hair long over the years instead of cutting it short. You and I are best friends because you are always so exited to share with me your interest in femininity. Isn't that all true?"

Luna watched as his blonde hair began exploding out, growing longer and longer before stopping at his chest. The boxers he was wearing a moment ago morphed into a cute pair of pink and black polka dot panties. The panties perfectly hugged his butt and hips, and his figure was only disrupted by the presence of a bulge in the front. A pink and black polka dot bra, matching the design on his panties, appeared on his flat chest.

"Well of course! You helped me learn that about myself!" Johnny said, much more enthusiastically. Luna smiled.

"Do you want to give me a fashion show with all the stuff in your closet?"