I got back up and turned the light on in my room and was I ever shocked by what I saw. The first thing that I noticed was my walls were not blue like before, instead they were pink. My twin size bed with blue sheets was replaced by a queen size canopy bed with pink frilly sheets. All of my wood dressers were now white with pink designs, and there were now more drawers than before. This did not look good for me at all.
I checked quickly into the closet and was not completely surprised by what I found. The entire closet was filled with every style and color of dresses, skirts, blouses, pants, and even several floor length gowns. I checked the bottom of the closet and found at least 40 pairs of shoes in almost every color with heels from 1 to 4 inches. There were only two pairs of sneakers, one of which looked to be of a cheerleader and the other were the cutsie tennis shoes.
For the final blow, I checked my underwear drawer to find I now had four different drawers. One was full of just bras, all sized at or around 34 D although I did have a few 32 C bras, which I figured where for when I wanted to have spill over cleavage. In this drawer was almost every color imaginable, and the materials were all silk, satin or lace. I did have 2 cotton bras, but they looked to be some strange sports bra types.
The next was for panties, every color and style that matched the bras before them. All were sized small and were not going to cover much, they all were thong or bikini cuts.
The next drawer was for stockings, garters, pantyhose and other hosiery. The last one was the shocker, full to the top with the sexiest and skimpiest of lingerie. This is the stuff wet dreams were made of, and stuff I could get to see a hot girl in, to bad it was me that would be wearing it. Apparently the only way I could experience things like my mother, was to be as girly as she was back in her day.
I was pondering the implications of this while staring at my dressing table that was covered with nearly an entire cosmetics store display. I had 20 different shades of red lipstick, most of which were red colors I did not even know existed let alone how to pronounce. I also had blushes, foundations, lip liners, eye shadows, compacts, eye liners and assorted other makeup I did not even know uses for. I also so a small box of tampons located by the side of the table, which made this whole situation even scarier.
I continued to think about all of this when I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock at the door downstairs. This was followed by a shout from my sister Zoë that Karyn was here.
I did not know what to do, would she know me as Jon or Jonnie like I now was. I had to do something; I was naked and had no clue how to put any of this stuff on. I finally broke down and wished I was dressed like I normally would be dressed for school. Knowing I had not seen a pair of jeans yet, I was bracing myself for the worst. The normal flash subsided and I was standing before the mirror wearing
