When he walked into the store, his eyes were immediately drawn to a ring that was sitting in a glass case in the front of the store. He asked the clerk about the ring, and about its origins. It was a simple gold ring, somewhat tarnished with age. It had a red stone in it, but it didn't look brilliant enough to be a valuable ruby or anything. Tom was no jeweler, but even he could tell that this ring had more value in sentiment, then in price.

"This ring belonged to a poor young woman who was killed in a tragic accident. It is an antique, but her family is selling it here on consignment, because they need the cash."

"So if someone buys it, you get a percentage, and they get the rest of the money?"

"Exactly" said the clerk.

Tom didn't need to think long. If he bought this ring, and a few of her other belonging, he would be directly helping her family. It was a no-brainer.

"I'll take the ring" he said. "What else of hers do you have? This is such a good bargain, and if someone has to make money, it might as well be the poor family. They must really be suffering."

"Yes they are" said the clerk. "They hated having to sell her things, but they had no choice."

Tom decided that he would buy the lot of it, and when he went to meet them, he would give it all back to them, as his way of saying 'thanks'. He looked over Jolene's other belongings that were on sale. There were a couple of books, an old beat up acoustic guitar, a necklace, ear rings, and several items of clothes.

He bought it all on the spot, paying on his credit card. The clerk was very exciting. Business was slow in such a small town, and there had been very few visitors lately. The locals were reluctant to buy something of Jolene's, thinking it was too creepy, or that it would cause bad luck. She thought how happy Jolene's folks would be to get a cash payment that afternoon. She would close the store as soon as this nice man left, and bring them the money right away.

Back at the room, Tom looked at Jolene's things. He decided to hang her clothes up in the closet, to keep them looking nice. The undergarments he put into one of the dresser drawers. Then he put the books on the shelf, next to his other newly purchased volume. The jewelry he laid on the desk for now, and he stared at it.

Tom grabbed at the Ace bandage below his shirt again, and pulled it up. It kept slipping down on him, not wanting to stay in place. He was getting frustrated at how uncomfortable it was too. He needed something that stayed in place, and wouldn't keep slipping down. And something that was more comfortable against his skin, which was too tender to have an athletic wrap around it.

An idea flashed into Tom's mind, but he immediately rejected it. But after trying to think of something else for nearly twenty minutes, he decided that there was no other alternative. He removed his shirt, then undid the bandage. His chest felt better already, being allowed to sit in place naturally, instead of being pressed in tight by a bandage. He didn't think he had applied it too tight when he put it on, so it must have just gotten tighter to constrict him on its own.

Tom walked over to the dresser, opened the drawer holding Jolene's things. He pulled out a bra. It had straps that would keep in from slipping off his chest. It was made of a comfortable material that wouldn't irritate is sensitive chest area. And it was thick enough that it would hide his enflamed nipples. It was perfect, if somewhat embarrassing to think about.

He put his arms into the loops, and pulled the bra up to his chest. It felt cool, smooth and silky. Unlike the rough athletic wrap, it seemed to caress his sensitive chest with it's creamy fabric, providing gentle support as well as smoothing out his front. He was surprised how much of the cups seemed full. His chest had swollen more than he had realized. Perhaps it was because he had wrapped it too tight, and now it was even more inflamed. He really needed to see a doctor about this condition, quickly. It wasn't getting any better. But as most men do, he though of himself as invulnerable, so he didn't go right away, but delayed further, making an excuse in his mind.

Tom put his shirt back on, and tightened his belt. His diet was really paying off now. He had lost quite a bit of weight since he had arrived in town. In fact, his clothes felt too loose on him. Perhaps it was time to reward himself with a new outfit. He went onto main street, and into a clothing shop.

Tom first tried on several pairs of jeans, but nothing fit him well. They just weren't cut right. He asked the salesgirl if she would measure him, and help him pick out a pair. She used the tape measure, thought a bit, then returned with a pair of jeans from the back.

He put them on, and they fit wonderfully. Instead of being tight in the hips but overly loose in the waist, these flared out somewhat at the hips, then tapered at the top. They were somewhat shorter than most jeans he had owned, but they seemed so right for him that he decided to take them.

Next, he found a couple of tops that weren't nearly as loose as the one had had been wearing. He picked out a white tank top, and a black shirt with long sleeves. He paid the girl, took them back to the hotel, and took off his clothes so that he could put them on.

Tom first put on the white tank top, then took off his own jeans. He removed the tags from the new ones, and was about to put them on. But there was a problem with his underwear. Just like his jeans, they were too loose in the waist, but snug at the hips. He looked at the panties in the drawer of Jolene's clothes, and noticed how they were cut with a line that would fit him better. He slipped on a pair of the pink ones, and felt the smooth fabric against his skin. The elastic at the top was just the right tightness now, instead of being loose like his own boxers. They were so much more comfortable!

Now he pulled on his new jeans. They fit perfectly. He looked in the mirror to admire his new outfit, and gasped. The jeans accentuated his narrow waist but wide hips, making him look almost like a.....girl. And with his inflamed chest, and the tight tank top, it almost looked like he had....breasts. Also like a girl.

In a panic, Tom looked at the tag for the jeans. How had he missed the fact before that they were *girl's* jeans? He was now wearing a bra, panties, and girl's jeans! He looked at himself in profile. His chest was sticking out away from his body. It *did* look like he had breasts. And longer hair, pulled into a ponytail.

Tom looked down at the jewelry laying on the counter in front of him. Without really thinking, something made him pick up the ring, and slip it onto his little finger. To his great surprise, it fit perfectly. He would have thought that Jolene would have had smaller hands than he did. But this ring fit perfectly. He just knew somehow that she had worn it on her pinkie.

Now he picked up the necklace, and put that on too. If he was going to wear some of her clothes, and her jewelry, then he might as well put on the necklace too. It dangled down low enough that it fell into the gap between his breasts.

Something now stirred within Tom, driving him on. If he had gone this far, then he might as well go all the way. He took off his new girl's jeans, and his tank top. We went into the closet, and took out one of Jolene's white tops. It was made of a soft thin white material. It felt wonderful against his skin, but you could clearly see the bra underneath it. If he wore this, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that he was wearing a bra, and that he had breasts. It even made it almost look like the cups of the bra were completely full now, which he knew couldn't be true.

Then Tom put on Jolene's skirt. It was black, and form fitting. He had never worn a skirt before, but it made him feel...special. He looked in the mirror.

"I'm pretty" he whispered in amazement. He really was. Dressed in her things, he looked more like a girl, then he did a guy. He touched his soft face, which he hadn't needed to shave in days now. He cupped his hands over his enlarged breasts. Had they felt so full this morning even? It was like they continued to swell, minute by minute. He was terrified over what was happening to him, but instead of taking everything off, he felt driven to continue, even further.

Tom put on a pair of Jolene's shoes which had come with her clothes. He felt so wonderful dressed up in all this fancy gear! He had never realized that women were so lucky to be able to wear such wonderful clothes! It was a shame that he would never be able to dress like this himself. At least in public. It felt so good to have his body surrounded by these lovely things. He felt giddy.

The phone rang, interrupting Tom's train of thought.

"Hey Tom, it's Lisa. I'm in the lobby. I'll be right up."

Tom hung up, and hurried to straighten up the room. There were clothes everywhere on the floor and on the bed. He didn't want her to think that he lived like a pig, so he had to clean it up quickly. Just as he finished, there was a knock on the door. He unhooked the chain, turned the dead bolt, and opened the door to let Lisa in.

"Oh my god!" said Lisa, as she looked at Tom. "Tom?"

"Yes, of course. Don't you recognize me?" he replied. It was only then that it hit him that he was still dressed up in Jolene's clothes. She must think that he was a total freak, dressing in girls clothes.

Lisa put her hands over her mouth, and gasped. Tears welled up in her eyes. She looked like she was going to faint. She let go of the door, and it closed on its own.

Lisa staggered to the side of the bed, and sat down. Her knees were like rubber, and she was having trouble keeping herself steady.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" said Tom.

"I think I have" said Lisa.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever seen a picture of Jolene?" she asked.

"No" he replied.

Lisa opened her purse, and pulled out a smaller wallet inside. She opened the snap, and dug through a stack of family photos. She came across one of her and Jolene, and handed it over to Tom.

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