Mikey positioned himself so he could watch his miniature television monitoring his brother turned mother, and made a quick wish with the stone so as not to be disturbed. Being a magical television, Mikey found he could influence the view he had on Jon, with the picture coming crystal clear at any angle.
By now Jon had finished cleaning up breakfast and was on his drive to his job as a secretary at a law firm. By now Jon's hands had become long and dainty, the nails perfectly manicured and almost an inch in length.
He arrived at the office, greeting his coworkers on the way in. One of them, a male lawyer around fifty, gave Jon a slap on the posterior as he passed by, and while Jon just giggled girlishly and moved on, Mickey was surprised to notice that Jon's but had responded to the attention, flaring out into a wide bubble shape.
Jon finally reached his own desk, and sat down, his new rear boosting him in his chair oh so slightly. Jon strapped on an bluetooth, and began a rapid succession of answering calls, filling out documents, and typing on his computer, his long nails pressing lightly on the keys. Mikey was growing bored of the rather basic activity when he noticed something new. Every time Jon answered the phone, his greeting was slightly more effeminate. Whether it was his pitch or his tone or his wording, each call made Jon's voice more and more feminine. The process finally leveled off after a good quarter hour, over which Jon's answer shifted from saying a professional "Jonathan and Steel Law here, hold on," in his original teenage boy voice, to "Thank you ever so much for ringing up JSL, please hang on one teeny second whilst we give you proper preparations," in a sugarcoated soprano.
The Bus finally reached the end of its long route, and Mikey temporarily turned his attention away from the small screen so to get to his classroom.
