The stone warmed in Jon's hand as his surroundings blurred like a camera going out of focus. The sounds of frying eggs, conversations between patrons, and the clanking of dirty dishes being washed faded away.
When the world around came back into focus John instantly realized that his house was not back to the way that he wanted it. The rows of tables and chairs were now gone, instead their were steel-frame, clothing display racks all over the place. Each rack contained an assortment of bras, panties, and the occasional swimsuit. The enclosed kitchen area was now open for all to see, it contained shelves of silk stockings, and other assorted female undergarments. The spot where the cashier was once standing was now occupied by a female mannequin wearing matching pink panties and a bra. The place looked like a second rate Victoria's Secret.
Needless to say, Jon was stunned by what he saw. Just then his mother walked up to him and said, "Jon? why aren't you in your work clothes"
not knowing what to say he said "alrught i'll get changed"
she walked away and jon said "i wish i was in my work clothes...
