After giving it what he considered enough thought, he decided to make the wish. Jon waited until their mother left the room and then looked pointedly at Zoe.
"What now, freak?"
"Oh, just..." Jon drew out the pause, not quite sure why but thinking it would add some drama. Then he took a deep breath to make sure he got it all out in one breath. "I wish you would wear something more traditionally feminine for the next few days, you know, lighter colored skirts, heeled shoes, pink nail polish, normal make-up that actually flatters you instead of making you look like a freak, you know, like a NORMAL girl!"
Zoe started to speak, "oh fuck you, loser. I don't care what you wish," but stopped when she felt like something poked her in the eye.
Jon blinked a few times as well, but when he looked back at her she hadn't changed at all. Except for her expression that is. Then she started laughing.
On one hand, he hadn't heard her laugh so genuinely in as far as he could remember. It was full of mirth and joy, not condescending or sarcastic at all. On the other hand, she was laughing at him. With a sinking feeling, his body began reporting in some new sensations. After a moment, he looked down to discover...
"What the fuck!" he shouted.
He was wearing a powder blue, button up blouse, a white, knee length, cotton skirt and white, 1" heels. The feeling against his skin underneath these items suggested that he was wearing a bra and panties (at least he assumed panties since they were very uncomfortable against his package), and pantyhose. The pantyhose wasn't an altogether unpleasant feeling, but this wasn't right at all!
"Jonathan, young lady, you will watch your mouth or so help me I will put you over my knee! You are not too old for a spanking!" His mother appeared in the kitchen doorway, the wrath of Mom surrounding her.
Zoe actually fell off of her chair with laughter.
