Cocktail Dress, No Panties

"Oh jeez. I don't know if this will actually fit."

It's true. Marks transformation was far more curvaceous than Kyle's wife ever was. Still Mark stepped into the simple black dress and pulled it up until it covered his new breasts. Unable to reach around the strapless number to zip himself up Mark knocked on the door.

"Kyle... Kyle!.. zip me up dude."

"Yeah, shit you sound like my wife. I swear if you ask about how fat your ass..."

Slowly the door opens and Kyle is speechless as he takes in the sight of Mark's new body. His eyes on those dangerous curves like a cheetah stalking a gazelle. Mark turns around and holds the dress in place so Kyle can zip it up.

"Dude, a cocktail dress? A little much, y'know. Guys are gonna think I'm a hooker or some shit. Are you gonna zip me up or not?"