The whole day at school was boring, uneventful, maddeningly so for Jon. He got home and tried to avoid seeing Mikey, dreading what the kid probably had planned for when he did. He didn't see Sally either, strangely enough, and concluded that she was probably in her room. An hour later, he finally saw Mikey, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "What are you gonna do, Mikey? Just do it already and get it over with."
"No, you'll see what happens when it's over with." He laughed, and walked away. Jon wanted to hit him. But he went back to his room, wondering what Mikey was doing. It must have been a slow transformation, or maybe he was already transformed. He climbed up onto his bed and sat down. Kicking his legs which didn't quite reach the floor anymore, he pushed a loose strand of blond hair behind his ear, annoyed. His hair never stayed out of his face.
He suddenly felt an urge to go to Sally's room; not irresistible, but he didn't see a reason to resist. His little sister loved to play with him, especially since they were the same size so she could dress him up in her clothes. His breasts posed a small problem to that, but her bigger dresses still fit him fine. She wanted him to bind them a little bit, but he refused. He was very proud of his breasts, large and spherical, and of his tiny waist, and most of all his legs which seemed to go on forever.
Going into Sally's room, he ran over to her, and she scooped him up into both hands, hugging him tightly. "Hi, Jon!" Moments like this made him happy he was only about a foot tall. "Jon is such a dumb name. Your name is pretty, Sally. How about you call me Little Sally?"
Sally grinned, and nodded. "That sounds so cute! But if you're Little Sally, you can't call me Sally. Call me mommy." Jon almost laughed. "Sure, mommy! I need some clothes. Can I borrow some of your dolls' clothes, mommy?" He looked in the mirror in Sally's room, and grinned at the sight. His long blond hair complemented his beautiful face perfectly, and his body was to die for.
Sally put him down on the bed, walked off and came back a moment later with a sparkly black dinner dress and matching heels, strappy spike-heeled shoes. He almost squealed with glee; he was so glad he had the same proportions as her Barbie dolls! Donning the dress and heels, he sat there happily, wondering what Mikey was going to do with his secret wish.
