I shucked out of my street clothes, and slid into them, fixing my dick to hang low. He kinda looked at me and asked where were my shorts. I looked bac...k at him, real dumb like, and just said “what”? He gave me a shove and said just go on. The next step was the shirt, and shower slides. I put on the slides, and carried the shirt in my hand. I was ordered to put it on as well, but asked if I could hold it, cause it was hot as hell in there. We arrived at the holding cell, and the officer said it. It didn't look too bad on me, though I usually never wore rings. They just seemed to get in the way. As I went to take the ring off, something strange happened.The ring wouldn't budge, and it felt warm. I tried pulling harder, but the ring only seemed to get tighter on my finger and warmer until it became hot to touch. "Oww, fuck!" Quickly, I ran over to the kitchen sink and ran water over my hand, managing to dull the pain. After a few minutes, the warmth subsided, but the ring was stuck on my. As the lounge pants finished up their changes into a pairof black leggings, Iris? boxer briefs shrank and too changed material asthey became a pair of black boys shorts.The gray shirt shirt she had been wearing changed to a softer material andlengthened so it properly covered her entire pregnant belly and hugged thegentle curves of her torso. A cute blue/white striped bra formed on herchest, supporting her ample, plump breasts which caused her to sigh inrelief.?What the hell is going on?!?. Kevin was annoyed that his mother would even ask for this kind of a request. He wasn’t happy with his mother and felt his face turn red from embarrassment.“Kevin, your mother is so fucking hot! Do you think she’ll blow me?”“Fuck off!” Kevin said angrily.“Kevin, do you mind if I go?” Mark asked enthusiastically.“Sure. If you want?”“Okay! I'm going. See you idiots later."Mark ran up the stairs and found Dara tapping her shoe and looking down at her watch. Mark licked his lips looking at.