Remembering the promise that Mikey had given him, and also realizing that he was at his little brother's mercy, Jon quickly said that he had no problem what-so-ever. He sat down, crossing his legs so to avoid giving too much of a show up his jean-skirt, and ate the pancakes Mikey had made. Normally he figured they would have tasted great, but that morning the fear of what Mikey had planned made Jon only eat because he knew he was told to. Every swallow was a battle.
When he could eat no more (it didn't take long) Jon stood up and obediently grabbed a pair of shoes from the front closet. His lucky sneakers, a black pair of Converse. As soon as the laces were tied on the first shoe it shimmered and became a black pump. Jon stared at it with a feeling of dread at how high the heel was. He silently swore as the other shoe mimicked the behavior of the first.
Jon stood up and wobbled toward the door where his brother was waiting.
"Okay, where are we off to?" he inquired, trying not to sound too pushy.
"I'll tell you soon enough, Jon," his brother chuckled.
"Come on, Mikey, at least help me out with these heels. They're super hard to walk in!"
"Don't worry, you'll get used to them."
