The new clothes his mother prepared aren't exactly... manly.

After Adam had dried himself off, careful with his erogenous zones, he checked the hallway for the clothes his mom hat set out for him. His stomach sank. Adam had expected a track suit, or maybe a bath robe, but Monica evidently had had other plans - in front of the door, Adam found some skinny jeans on top of which lay a teal shirt and... silk panties, thankfully with next to no frills. Adam swallowed hard and picked up the clothes.

Folding them open, he realized that the shirt was actually a ladies cut, adding insult to injury. Maybe his mother was too supportive after all... But then he remembered how his boxers had messed him up before his nap. The panties were probably safer. With a weary sigh, he picked them up. The off-white fabric felt smooth, only a thin line of embroidered frills running around the top. Putting them on, he was surprised at how snug they felt - and a bit scared at how well they fit him after his ass had expanded from the sex with his...

Shaking his head desperately, he tried not to pursue that line of thought further. Putting on the jeans, they felt a bit tighter than his own baggy ones, but the stretchy fabric made this into a non-issue. Lastly, the shirt. Adam hat never been a muscular guy, so the shirt, too fit him pretty well. It actually was a bit baggy on the chest, but depending on how he moved, his nipples still sometimes managed to poke through the fabric.

Looking into the bathroom mirror, he almost didn't recognize himself. His face had not really changed, but he also hadn't really been all that manly-looking anyways. The clothes made him look like a kind of plain girl - which was better than looking like a cross-dresser, Adam guessed. But still, the fact that his babyface made him pass as a girl so well annoyed him to no end. The one saving grace was his haircut - short on the sides, longer on top, it definitely didn't look girly.

Introspection done, he stepped out of the bath and went down to get dinner. His mother was waiting for him, table already set up.

"Hey, sweetie. Feeling better?"

"Yes, I just..."

"Just what?"

"I just wish... Did you have to prepare such... girly stuff?"

"Oh Adam, I'm sorry," Monica seemed distraught. "I should have realized that this wasn't the best idea."

"Yeah, no, I... Don't worry, mom. I'll be fine," Adam said, not wanting his mother to worry. After all, the clothing fit much better than what he had put for lunch.

"Oh, I'm relieved. Let's eat, it's getting late," his mother answered, taking a bite of the warmed up spaghetti. Adam followed suit, and both spent the dinner eating in silence, although he noticed Monica stealing little glances towards him. After they were done, Adam helped clear the table and excused himself to go to his room.