Steve resists the overwhelming urge to explore his new equipment. He's unsure if it's his own perverse curiosity, or something more sinister. In any case having a pussy is un-natural. If he starts giving in to the urges he's feeling there's no telling where it will lead.

Steve steps out of his pants and walks back into the bedroom to search for clues. The most logical place to start is the drawer where he found the panties. He tosses around the contents of the drawer but only finds the matching bra to the panties. It looks as if it had belonged to a very well endoweed woman. "Well, that's not any help", he mutters and goes to through it back into the drawer. Then something strange happens. The bra grabs hold on to his arm as if alive. Steve lets out a scream as it squirms up his arm and up under his shirt. "Shit, shit", Steve screams while ripping off his shirt. He gets it off and yep he's now wearing a bra. Steve turns and looks at himself in the mirror. "What the fuck is going on", Steve says to himself. A strange apparition of a young woman appears in the mirror. “My things look so pretty on you”, she says with a smile and a giggle. Startled Steve jumps back and falls onto the bed. As he moves to get up he falls back again in pain. It feels as if his chest is being crushed. He looks done to see large creamy white breasts filling the cups of the bra he’s wearing. Steve senses other things starting to move about the room. He then looks over to see other articles of clothing coming towards him. “Ahhhhhhh”, Steve yells his voice becoming higher as the clothes start wrapping around him changing him.