Jim wasn't sure what was going on, but he wasn't going to play by his mother's rules.
This was still his room, so he started checking drawers. Most seemed to have been emptied and filled with his mom's new wardrobe. He started to get worried when he found the few drawers containing a couple latex dominatrix outfits and lots of toys.
The last drawer he checked he hit the jackpot. He found a pair of his old jeans, a pair of boxers briefs, and one of his old t shirts.
Without a second hesitation he quickly pulled the clothing on. The briefs were a bit snug since they were accommodating his new ample backside. Same with the pants which hugged his hips closely. Even the shirt didn't fit exactly right, exposing a bit of his midriff because the fabric was being pulled taunt to fit his breasts.
Jim felt better now. In fact more than that. In his rush he didn't feel that the inside of the clothing had been sightly oily. And whatever it was now pressed and was rubbed into his skin as the fabric shifted as he moved.
It didn't take long to figure out it's purpose. Jim could feel his breathing change, his entire body heating up. His nipples started to ache, poking through the fabric of the shirt in a plea for attention.
Realizing the clothing had been coated in some sort of sensitivity gel he frantically tried to strip
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