...his own room, sort of...

Alan stared into his room and saw... his room. Well, sort of. He could tell from the doorway that while his mother's spell had changed reality, making her body his, somehow normalizing that fact, it still made adjustments to accommodate his new form. He could see, for example, that his dresser, that normally would have been empty on top, now held a collection of nail polishes, hair products, and accessories.

He walked into his room to explore further. His bed was exactly the same, so was the rest of the furniture. In Alan's closet hung his shirts, his dress clothes, all exactly what had been in there before, only now sized for his curvier body. His drawers, too, held his underwear, resized, but also bras, which hadn't been there before. These weren't particularly sexy, not what he would hope to see on a body like his, but plain white bras, what bras would look like if guys had breasts.

The only other obvious change the Alan came across was in his nightstand. There, in the back of the only drawer, hidden where he would have normally hid his hand cream, was a dildo. A great big red ribbed dildo. Sliding his drawer shut, satisfied that he had explored enough of his room, a smiling Alan lay down on his bed, slid his pajama bottoms down, and got to know his new toy.

Very intimately.