"Are you serious, Sarah smokes?" asks Jon as he shifts back and forth from one foot to the other. "Hmm, that also might explain this urge I'm having now. That also would explain why she eats a ton of breath mints and why she covers himself in that cheap perfume she wears." Upon saying that, Jon smells his arm to see if he could detect any more of the sweet fragrance on him.
Jon quickly looks through Sarah's things and fortunately finds some cigarettes in the back pocket of her skirt. There's a book of matches as well. Karyn looks away as Jon bends over giving Karyn a clear view of the blue thong that rides up Sarah's butt.
"So what, you're going to go outside to smoke now?" Karyn scolds you in a disappointed voice. It's hard to take her seriously since her female head is on Matt's body crossing his muscular arms in front of her.
"Uh You know honestly, I've never smoked before, so I don't really know what I'm supposed to do, if it's ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS, MISS BUTTINSKI!"
"Whoa! Chill out, Jon! You really do need a smoke!"
Jon slips on Sarah's skirt and throws on one of his own shirts that was dangling out of his clothes hamper. The gray shirt is really huge on his current form, but it's enough to cover him up as he sneaks downstairs.
He slips behind the garage, by the trashcans, and awkwardly tries to light a match. He's having problems with Sarah's long, pink, perfectly manicured nails getting in the way. After the third match, it successfully lit and he lights his cigarette. Jon broke out in a sweat because this was a whole new experience for him. There was a mixture of fear and anticipation as he brings it toward his lips
Jon inhales deeply causing him to cough a lot with a foreign burning sensation in his throat. "KOFF! KAFF! Oh God! How do people smoke these things?! KOFF! KOFF! HACK! KAFF! KOFF!"
Sarah could hear him from upstairs then began laughing as she could see Jon bent over in agony from outside the window.
Unfortunately a light came on from downstairs, and as Sarah feared, Jon's mother came out to check on him.
Jon finally collects himself, and stomps on the cigarette extinguishing it with Sarah's dainty foot in her flip-flops. "Man, people smoke these for fun?!" Jon thinks to himself making a sour face and sporadically coughing into his shirt.
Jon's mother pokes her head around the garage. "Are you okay, Jon? That's a nasty cough."
"Uh yeah, I was throwing out some things from my room and some of the dust must have got caught in my throat!" Jon hit his chest several times and was a bit surprised when he accidentally brushed against his large breasts a couple of times.
"Is that cigarette smoke I smell? Jon? Are you smoking?!"
"No, I was stepping on this cigarette because I found it on the ground lit. It's a good thing I saw it otherwise it could've started a fire," Jon lied through his teeth.
Jon's mother raises an eyebrow then turned. "Okay, well come back inside, it's cold out here and you have school tomorrow."
"Okay, mom I'll be in a minute "
Jon's mother walks back toward the house, and without facing Jon once, says in a stern voice "And Jon cigarettes aren't good for you. I don't care if you have someone else's body, but I do not approve of any one in this household smoking. Got it?"
"Uh " Jon trails off, still boggled how his mom had seen through his lie. "I really need a shower," thought Jon to himself as he wallowed in his guilt
