(AN: I seem to have forgotten the detail concerning Sharon's increase of yet-to-be-borns each time she puts on that shirt, and thus the effect it would have had on the situation never happened... Oh, well... *Smiles sheepishly*)
Jim could tell that the T-shirt that had been meant for a woman had made him a woman, so his greatest concern was just what sort of woman he had become. Once he held the shirt up by the shoulders, he saw that there was a small picture of an angel and that beside the angel was written, "99% angel (no one's perfect)."
He didn't know exactly what that could mean for him, so he turned his attention to his body and looked down at himself. Even though he didn't like the idea of having breasts, he was disappointed to find that he was the not-so-proud owner of two small road bumps. He frowned when he also noted how his new, female body in general lacked the kind of curves that he desired, but he had to grudgingly admit that what little there was had a nice, sleek and smooth-flowing shape to them. The most striking feature about his new body, however, was his skin: it was as white as alabaster, smooth as silk but, overall, reflected so much light as to cause an auric sort of glow about him.
Wanting to get a better look despite himself, he made his way into the dressing room and looked into the full-length mirror. Before he could review what he had already seen, he couldn't help staring at a few features that he hadn't seen: a bright, golden halo above his head and pure-white, shining wings on his back. He gaped a bit as he reached above his short, curly, golden locks of hair and gave his halo a tentative poke with a dainty finger. Next, he reached back and tugged on a feather, which caused him to start at the sensation.
He stared for a bit, too perplexed and a bit awed by the vision in the mirror, to know how to act next. It was true that he was disappointed with the overall shape and attributes of the body, but he could recognize the kind of beauty that he had. That radiant blonde hair and those inviting blue eyes... And the unearthly traits (the halo, wings and skin) certainly helped as well. The problem was that he really, really looked innocent, rather than innocent in some sort of sexual way. He had the impression that his eyes wouldn't be able to express even a hint of devious sexiness.
Finally, his mind returned to matters of a more broader scope, and he sighed while muttering a curse. Out of eyesight, the decrease of percentage on the T-shirt went unnoticed.
"Well, let's see about getting this fixed..." He grumbled, still unhappy about what had happened.
He probably wouldn't have been so level-headed if he had thought that his problem with the T-shirt couldn't be resolved, but he was reasonably sure that something could be done about it. He was more upset about what had happened between Sharon and himself because, not only did he not know how it had happened, he didn't think that it would be as easy to salvage as his body. And, of course, there was still the matter of Sharon's immense pregnancy... And he realized that she had probably doubled what she bore when she left the store a few minutes ago.
When he left the dressing room he was startled when he had stopped himself from colliding into someone just in time. He only had to get a glimpse of the girl's shirt to know who it was.
"Oh, you poor thing..." Said the salesgirl with the 2 hot 2 hold T-shirt. "It's a shame what happened."
Jim might have thought her to be truly sympathetic if not for the fact that she was rubbing up against him while looking into his eyes with a sultry look. Still, he was able to ignore it somehow, despite his new body, and he was able to ask the question that probably burned in him as much as the girl's sex drive did in her.
"You know what happened?"
She half-hummed, half-moaned her answer in the positive before she strutted past him and into the dressing room where Sharon had left all of the T-shirts (other than the one in his possession) that she had wanted to try out. It didn't take long for her to return with a shirt that said, "I'm with stupid."
"She had put this one on." Supplied the salesgirl, who squirmed a bit.
"But what does that..." He trailed off as he realized what that meant. "Wait. She was with me, so..."
"You became stupid." She interjected the obvious answer before tossing the T-shirt aside.
Jim imagined what he could have done to make Sharon pissed off at him and cursed to himself. The percentage on the angel T-shirt lowered once more, settling on 91%. His halo didn't seem to shine as brightly and his wings lost some of its whiteness, as if it had gained some impurities. On the other hand, his breasts did increase by a cup size or two, though he was unaware of their new weight, what with his attention elsewhere.
Passing his hand through his hair, he asked, "Well, you saw this, right?" He held up the T-shirt with the angel on it. He figured that he should take care of one thing at a time, and it seemed like he could take care of one of his problems right now. "Can you fix this?"
The salesgirl took the angel T-shirt from him and took a look at the front before checking the tag that was inside the collar. When she was done, she said...
Fri Aug 24 12:13:04 2007