Slowly, slowly, I felt the clothes resting on my body, and...the catgirl wasn't<em>wrong</em>when she'd said they fit badly, if what I was feeling was any indicator.  All of his clothes, at turns, felt either too tight or too lose.  When I had been chasing the gothic girl, I was dressed in my uniform for work - a simple polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants, plus shoes and the usual other bits.  Let's start with the shirt.<br/><br/>Now that I was more collected, I could feel air passing around the area of my midriff, and reaching down, I touched to find smooth skin, uncovered by clothing.  The shirt felt a bit loose in the side-to-side department, but front-to-back, it was tight as hell...and as I looked down, I could see two very prominent reasons why.<br/><br/>The girls.  The bongos.  Deedee and her twin sister.  My shirt was puckered around what could only be described as boobs, verging on tits.  I heard my sharp intake of breath, and a semi-horrified 'What?' whisper out of my mouth.  Except, it didn't sound like me, but I knew I'd said it.<br/><br/>Moving on.<br/><br/>Next were the pants.  The pants were quite loose below the knees...but similar to the shirt, I could feel a draft down at the very bottom, near the end of my legs - and could guess from previous experience what that mean.  Above the knees, the pants started to grow tighter all around.  I needed to find out why and how, but couldn't do that without standing up.  So I did.  Only to encounter the other obvious piece of badly fitting attire, my shoes.<br/><br/>Similar to the shirt, my shoes felt looser in one direction and tighter in the other.  I leaned over, feeling my boobs shift as I did, and pulled off both shoes.  (I wasn't likely going to be getting around in them, or if I was, I could always put them back on.)  Well...they were longer, but slimmer, compared to what I'd had before.  Using the table as a rest, I took one foot off the ground and felt my foot.  That settled, I then returned my attention to the thing that had made me stand up.  My pants.<br/><br/>The thigh portion of my pants was slightly straining under a pair of...did I want to use a word<em>other</em>than juicy to describe them?    The side-to-side portion was occupied by a bigger pair of hips, and the back was straining under the size of what I felt to be an ass...wait.  There was something sticking out of what I now recognized to be a rip in my pants, and I only knew that because it was fuzzy and brushed against my wrist when I reached back to feel my new butt.  I put my hand around it, and looked over a more rounded shoulder.<br/><br/>And nearly lost it when I saw<em>I had a tail</em>.