At that moment, the now effeminate Jon appeared from the other room. "What are you doing in here, you little runt?" he said dropping a year to age 14, his clothes getting the slightest bit loose, which he noticed, but didn't know why. "I told you, Mom said it's your job to take out the trash," he moaned, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence as he regressed further to the age of 13, while at the same time becoming more feminine. The way Jon was going, he'd be an 8 year old girl in no time.
Mikey took the trash out anyway, laughing to himself. He couldn't wait to have a little sister to tease.
