Dropping the pants and kicking them to the side, he looked at his  reflection in the mirror, marveling at the abrupt convergence just below  his ribcage of Joy’s pale, smooth skin and his slightly tanned and  hairy skin.   Joy’s waist was also considerably smaller than his rib  cage, which created an exaggerated hourglass silhouette when he studied  his new form.  His 42 inch chest and upper torso was pinched inward at  the convergence line and stayed that way until the mass of Joy’s  classically feminine hips flared outward.  Jon ran his hands along the  convergence line, the skin tingled slightly, and he moved them down  along Joy’s hips and across the stomach, stopping at the navel.  Placing  his thumbs in the elastic waistband of the underwear, he slid them down  around the thighs.

In the mirror he could see the neat patch of  strawberry blonde pubic hair covering what closer examination proved to  be the puffy and slightly open cleft of Joy’s vagina that hung there  gaping with a strange weight.  He looked down and noticed about a 2 inch  gap that allowed him see daylight between Joy’s two thighs where they  connected with the hips, and as hard as he tried, he could not squeeze  the two legs together to close the space.

Using the washcloth, he began washed the area, careful to not rub too  hard as to inadvertently violate Joy’s equipment.  The feeling at first  was as though he were running the washcloth over his scrotum, but it did  not take too long for the feelings to change, and soon a familiar  “itch” started to grow, as did his need to scratch it.  He stopped  suddenly realizing where this could be going and decided it was not the  time or place.  Reaching down to pull the underwear back up, he caught  glimpse of the white cotton crotch panel of the underwear.  Stretching  the briefs out further so he could see better,  he noticed it was caked  in white, flaky crust and further back on the panel, the fabric was  stained, slightly darker with more of the crusty substance.  Starting to  feel disgusted, Jon reached down through Joy’s legs with the washcloth  and scrubbed the area around Joy’s anus.  The area felt sore and  sensitive,  and once he applied what must have been too much pressure so  the rough cotton washcloth slipped slightly into the orifice causing  Jon to wince slightly as a pain caused him to flinch and clench his  teeth.  He tossed the washcloth into the sink and thought twice about  pulling up Joy’s soiled underwear before finally sliding them down and  kicking them under the toilet.  He decided to go without underwear  instead of wearing Joy’s dirty pair, and in his rationalization, it was  not as though he needed any support anyway.   He turned to grab the pair  of blue sweatpants off of the door knob and stole a quick glance at  Joy’s pert, pale butt.  Looking closer, he could see what appeared to be  fading red lines on the smooth skin and what looked like a combination  of old and new bruises.

Turning Joy’s backside further toward the  mirror, he saw a large bruise in the small of the back and in the area  he had been feeling the twinge of pain.  There were also small circular  scars in random pattern across the upper part of the buttocks lower  back.  “What the…” he said under his breath.