Finding the right skirt

Tracy flipped passed dress after dress, skirt after skirt, grumbling to himself. He was trying the find the least feminine skirt he could but the task seemed impossible. He knew the thought was kind of ridiculous but as odd as it was, it was still there. He came to the conclusion that he needed something plain. Plain was masculine. Plain and darkly colored would do it.

He finally found a black, pleaded skirt that he thought would probably work out best. He quickly jumped into it, wiggling his round and sensitive butt until it was in place. He walked back to the mirror and seeing his reflection, he smiled widely. He loved it!

“I've never looked this good,” he grinned twisting left and right in the mirror.

When he turned back to the closet, he spun a little too fast and he felt a sudden pain in his chest that caused him to wince. The puffy flesh on his chest had wobbled a little bit and that was apparently too much. At first, he didn't know what to make of it. He had walked all the way back to his room and had been fine, what changed?

His eyes turned back to the bra that had mistakenly been placed on him.

“Could that have...” his thoughts began before being interrupted by a knock at the door.