Ethan laid there on the bed, bored but not really wanting to get up. He knew his energy was actually fine, it was just that movement reminded him of the situation. Each small bounce of his new tits. Each movement of the dress. Each time his leg rubbed or moved against something. Each time moving a leg and feeling the certain lack of something down below.

So, he just sat there, alone in his thoughts, knowing this wasn't a dream but not quite ready to deal with the truth of the matter. He wondered how soon he would get to that point. How soon it would have to be before he had to confront this in any meaningful way.

Soon, he knew. Soon.