"I'm home!" he called, out of habit. Some small part of him expected to be blown up or something really strange or awful to happen. It was definitely a relief that nothing like that did.
"Hi, Jon!" his mother called from the laundry room down the hall. She stepped out, and Jon made a concerted effort to not betray his surprise. Rather than her flowing medium-brown hair that hung down to her shoulders, she had spiky hair that was medium-blond and looked almost like a lesbian's haircut. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing any makeup, but that wasn't even the strangest part: she was wearing a jersey for the Greenbay Packers (if he was recognizing the colors correctly), and she was wearing a pair of cargo khaki pants. It was an outfit that someone would have had to have paid her to wear.
All of that passed through Jon's mind in a flash, and then his eyes hung up on his mother's breasts despite himself. They were easily DD's, double the size that she had had before, and the fact that he was sizing up his own mother snapped him out of his long observation.
"Are you okay, honey?" she asked in the same tone of voice she had always used as she closed the distance between the two of them.
"Um!" Jon tried for a smile and actually succeeded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just, uh, got a lot on my mind?"
She nodded and gave him a hug, which only reminded him of her bigger breasts, something that Jon was trying desperately not to think about. "Just hang in there, okay?"
Jon nodded and then put distance between them as gently as he could manage. Apparently, she took no offense. "You ate at Karyn's, right?" she asked.
Jon nodded.
"Good. If you need anything more, then there are some leftover hamburgers in the fridge." Jon nodded again as she went into the kitchen and started working on the dishes while humming to herself. He took another look at her, and he felt a little puzzled. If anything, she seemed to be a little happier than she had as her normal self. Less tense, somehow. Jon shrugged and then went on toward the stairs so that he could go to his room and get started on his homework. Mikey was in the living room, playing with his Wii, and he didn't even notice Jon pass through. That was one bit of normality, at least, and Jon was thankful for it.
What was not normal, however, was the Zoey that he ran into on the stairs.
"Watch where you're going, dipwad," she said with a sneer and then passed by him. Rather than snap at her with a comeback, he just stared with naked wonder as she walked down the stairs and crossed into the living room. At the very beginning, she still had long hair, but it was pulled back in a low pony-tail, like a guy would wear. It was also noticeably dyed black, even though black should have been her natural color. The further down her body he looked, the odder it became, with an open-chested long-sleeved shirt with a bit of lace at the cuffs and a pair of black leather pants that were nearly painted on. Even her normally clunky army boots had changed into high-heeled somethings that he could tell reached a long way up her leg, possibly even as high as her knees.
"Got a problem?" she asked and turned up to him with an angry expression. She still wore eye-liner, at least.
"Uh . . ." Even though he had been telling himself he wouldn't, her turning toward him gave him a full look at her breasts. They were C-cups, up from her previous size by a half-cup or more, and they threatened to burst out of the open-necked shirt. She began to say something, but Jon beat her to it.
"Okay-gotta-get-to-my-homework-now-got-a-test-to-study-for-night!" he blurted and then bolted for his room. He threw the door shut behind him and locked it, not ready to deal with any more weirdness. Homework sounded like a welcome distraction, so he went to his bookbag before he paused and groaned.
"And school tomorrow's gonna be even weirder."
