Jon had no idea why he was the way he was, but he loved it nonetheless. When he was a bit younger, the age when such things were questioned, he dwelled on it quite a bit. Those days, however, he accepted it gladly.
It was probably the power, the sense that whatever he chose people would go along with. He didn't know why they didn't put up a fight, but he had long given up trying to figure that one out either. It didn't matter why, it just mattered that it worked.
That day, for example, he was enjoying the feel of Sarah McMillan's skirt on his legs. Sure Sarah had been annoyed by the inconvenience, but that was all it was to her, an inconvenience. She had laid out her clothes for Jon just as he had asked, even gone over her day with him so that he'd know what to expect. It had happened thousands of times before, and it would happen again thousands more times.
He swayed as he walked toward the school, his very male butt moving in a very feminine fashion. He was putting on the sway consciously right then, but he knew that later in the day it would come naturally. He has seen Sarah walk that way many times before and so it would be his new gait.
It always seemed to happen that way. He'd start the day off in someone's clothes, still living his own life in his own way, but by the end of the day he'd have trouble distiguishing himself from the person whose wardrobe he had raided. It was only recently that he had decided to just go with the flow, getting into character before the changes started. It was kind of fun!
He adjusted the bra strap that was slipping (the bra fit like it was made for him, as usual) and turned up the walkway onto school property. Students were milling everywhere, taking advantage of the warm sunny morning. Jon eyed Karyn sitting under a tree scribbling in a black notebook. He also saw other people of interest, teachers, friends of Sarah's, his sister Zoe, even Biff Meadows, Sarah's boyfriend.
Where did he go? It was an easy choice. Jon headed straight over to...
