Seeing as I still control my legs, she doesn't have much choice. Clothes on the other hand...

"Mmmh, alright..." Joy pouts a little, clearly wanting to check herself out a little longer. But me, I'm feeling a little chilly, so clothes sound good.

Turning to step out of the bathroom, I'm once again reminded how much heavier Joy is now. With every step I make, I feel her weight pull down at the front of my pelvis, and once again my mind decides to focus on basically inconsequential stuff to keep me from panicking: How the hell do our skeletons work? There are no bones in a penis, but Joy obviously has a skeleton, if a scaled down one. But how are they connected? And how long will it stay scaled down?

"Hey, Mister Head-in-the-clouds!" Always having someone with you is going to take some getting used to, I think as Joy interrupts my thoughts. "Are we getting dressed or not?"

Indeed, I walked right up to my wardrobe while I was thinking, only to keep standing in front of it. Joy is in fact pulling on the door, but her strength isn't enough to make them budge. Yet... Taking care not to hit Joy, I open the wardrobe, only for the redhead on my crotch to make a disappointed sound.

"Hm, I don't know why, but I expected your stuff to be... cuter?"

"Yeah, right." I start rifling through shirts and underpants while Joy grabs one of my jeans from the lower shelves and pulls it halfway out to examine it. "I'm a guy, Joy. The cutest thing I own is probably the teddy bear I got when I was five."

"Wow, and you still have it? That is cute." Joy pushes the jeans back and pulls herself higher on the bottom of a shelf, dragging my pelvis higher with her. "Can't say the same for your shirts, though. Do you have anything that isn't super dark?"

"I have some plain white ones and this button-down one..." Pulling out my best shirt, I suppress a wince - I definitely should have ironed it before putting it away. Thing is, I don't own an iron. "Okay, maybe not."

"Yyyeaaah, even the wrinkles have wrinkles." Obviously, Joy is not up to wearing it either. "Wait, what about the green one there?"

I pull out the shirt in question, holding it out in front of us. The elf hero that's printed on the front brandishes his sword at us, green tunic and hat flowing with his implied movement. I almost forgot I even owned this one.

"Oh, that one isn't bad. I like that guy, he looks cool!"

"That settles the question of the top. Let me just..."

Grabbing a pair of boxers, I start getting dressed - but we hit a snag immediately as I pull the boxers over my - our? - hips. Joy's increased size pulls them down and makes them slide down over my ass again if she doesn't press her body against mine. And seeing as she normally leans forwards a little, it's going to be exhausting for her.

"Uhm, that's a problem, right?" Joy asks as I groan in frustration, my boxers crumpled up around my feet. "Now what?"

"It's okay, it's okay," I reply as I rub my face. Not like I'm going out anytime soon with my newly grown, mouthy appendage. Also, if the boxers don't fit... "I have no more lectures today, so we'll have to go commando and wear... this."

As I say that, I pull out my slightly aged sweatpants. They're still nice, and super comfortable, but they're in no way 'cute'. But as long as we don't have to sit around naked... Luckily, Joy seems to share my sentiment.

"Hmm, your jeans were tight before, so it's probably for the best if we wear the sweatpants..." But she definitely isn't happy about it.

Making a non-committal sound in place of a proper answer, I step into the sweatpants and pull them up with Joy's help. As we find out, we have to tie the string between us so it keeps the pants up by wrapping around Joy's body - maybe if I had a bigger butt, it would stay up on its own, but as it is, we'll have to work with what we have. After I put on the shirt, we face yet another problem. Who knew that even getting dressed would become an issue when your dick turns into a not-so-small-anymore woman? Aah, sarcasm, my savior in the face of insanity.

"Maatt~?" Joy cranes her neck and looks up at me, the perfect swells of her breasts jutting out as she arcs her back. Ironically, my attraction to women and by extension tits is still intact, and I feel our pussy twitch and grow warm at the sight. "I know it's asking a bit much, but... I don't really wanna stay naked, myself."

"Sure, but I don't have anything that fits you..." I answer, the gears in my head already turning to take my mind of the slowly mounting arousal. Maybe if we... "Here, let's try this."

I take out one of my still-white undershirts and help Joy put it on - of course, it's way too big for her, but I already have a solution for that. Pulling it up until the neck hole rest around her clavicle, I take the straps and tie them together on her back. The result looks almost like a dress, even if it's a little shapeless and hangs off our front. But at least none of us is naked now.

"You know, I'm actually impressed, Matt!" Joy gives me one of her exuberant smiles, and I'll be damned if I ever admit that my heart just skipped a beat. "Now we could--"

Before she can continue, my phone rings.