Jon looked around at the room warily. He didn't feel like a girl, but he certainly looked like one. He'd have to get dressed as one to go out, or he'd get arrested.
He slipped into one of Sarah's outfits and then blinked, forgetting what he was talking about. The phone rang. "Oh, hi, Tiff...no, this isn't a bad time." Soon, Jon was back in the world of shallow cheerleading. but he'd have another chance tomorrow...
