Who wears the pants?

As I pulled on a pair or jocks, they stretched out across my now wider hips, but sagged a bit in the crotch. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Next I threw on a shirt I typically wore to school, and started pulling on my pants. The fabric wasn't very elastic, and with some effort I squeezed them up over my inflated feminine rear. "Blast you Karyn." I murmed to myself as I stood up feeling all out of place. I looked at the stone and formulated a small wish in my mind, figuring it couldn't make things worth, and had a chance of perhaps even making things better, in my frustrated state I decided to try a short simple wish. "I wish these clothes would fit me."