[Klayko]

Of course she was getting some odd thrill out of this. None of this made any sense, but the very mention of her insisting they have dinner, or supper per her words, with Jill, he shook his head. He wanted to tell her no, but she was fine with the set of clothes she picked out for his sister. Travis couldn’t let Jill see him like this. While he wasn’t exactly fat, some of his muscles did lose some luster to them behind some amount of thickness. He really hoped this didn’t turn into some kind of softening feminization situation. He’d feel completely terrible then, more than he was already feeling. That in itself came with a loud growl from his belly. It was clear the children were making him hungry.

He had no luck finding clothes in the dresser. They were all female attires. The closet was a different story. There were quite a few clothes meant for males or just gender neutral in general. Getting them on was a different story. He couldn’t stand to put them on. He eased on the bed to get the pants on his legs and around his waist. Ever a fan of sweaters to a degree, he found a nice navy blue cardigan to wear over a T-Shirt that was barely riding over his belly. He rolled the sleeves to the cardigan up and slowly waddled to the room door while gripping things here and there for support. He really did not want Jill to see him like this, but he really couldn’t starve himself either. Not like this. Still, a thought was running in his head: If she’s done this to other men that women sent her way, then who was the other parent?