I don't feel quite right in these.

Jason was trying on a pair of ripped dungarees at the local charity shop. 

They were a little bit loose on him. 

But as he stood there in the changing room, he felt them changing. 

They became tight and form-fitting. 

He felt a heavy weight on his chest and the fabric straining to retain what he now had. 

Somehow the dungarees had turned him into a beautiful, busty woman. 

He pulled out his cell phone and video-called his girlfriend. 

She could not believe what she was seeing. 

After he had convinced her who he was, she told him to take them off, hoping that doing so would make him revert back to himself. 

But they did not. 

You have no choice but to buy them as they were now the only thing that fit him. 

He had no choice but to walk home like this. 

He felt so vulnerable and so afraid. 

He could feel the eyes of every man he passed looking at him, undressing him with their eyes and thinking dirty things they would like to do to him. 

He was glad when he got back to the safety of his apartment. 

His girlfriend had done some research on his journey home. 

She had found out that he had accidentally put on a cursed item, and according to the internet, there was no way to reverse the curse.