Mikey just stared at the tiny woman with Jon's head, sprawled on the kitchen floor naked except for a pair of little heels. That that was his brother was impossible to believe, but there he was - there she was, Mikey grinned - living, moaning proof. "Fun time's over, Jonny girl. Get up."
Jon looked around as if the voice had come from nowhere, and slowly realized it was Mikey. "You can't do this to me!" A rage filled him, almost making him forget the jiggling of his huge tits as he stood up. "How can I live like this? What will my friends say? How can I go to school?! Change me back!"
Frowning down at him, Mikey glared. "You can't talk to me like that, and you can't tell me what to do, little girl." For emphasis, he reached down and slid his pinky into Jon for a moment, making him gasp. "Now let's get you dressed again. Mom and dad should be home soon, and we can't let them see you naked."
Jon didn't resist as Mikey put the sparkly dinner dress back on him, and he just stood up and walked as commanded, towards the kitchen table where he was picked up rather roughly, Mikey squeezing his boobs once, and placed on the edge of it. "Sit right here, I'll be back soon."
