"Jill-i-an, time to get up," came a voice from the other side of the door.
Jon grunted and burrowed further into the pillow. He was having the most awesome dream. Karyn was peeling out of her shirt. Her hair was its original curly red, but her breasts were heavy and round just like Sarah's. He was just about to put his hands on them when someone started knocking on the door.
"Jillian! Up and at 'em, princess! You have to work today!"
Jon fully woke up then and remembered reality was even weirder than any dream. She wasn't Jon any more. She was Jillian Farber now, her breasts were almost as big as Sarah's, and apparently she had to work today.
"Okay, Mom," Jillian called out sleepily, still unused to how high her voice was now, "I'm up."
"Well, get a move on! Unless you want to walk to work I'm leaving here in just a little bit."
Sitting up on the edge of her bed Jillian cussed under her breath. The beer last night had made her drowsy, but she hadn't slept well. It was her first night in a new bed in a new body and it had taken forever to get comfortable. Her breasts made sleeping on her stomach impossible so she had curled up on her side, hugging a pillow, and waited for sleep to come. Now she had to get up and, worse, get ready for a job she didn't know anything about. Stripping out of the long tee shirt she had worn to bed she took a quick shower, careful not to get her long black hair wet.
It irritated her to realize she automatically picked out a less dramatic bra and panties set than what she had worn for her date last night. What feminine instincts she did have were apparently very well in place. What Jillian lacked were memories. She had no idea what sort of job she was headed to. Her mind was conjuring up images of past summer jobs weeding gardens and helping with simple home improvement projects, usually as a second set of hands for moving stuff, so she went with that. Dressed in a pair of actual bluejeans she found toward the back of her closet and a faded tee shirt emblazoned, embarrassingly, with a winged unicorn Jillian was met at the bottom of the stares with a disbelieving look from her new mother. Jillian noted said mother was at her casual, cougarish best best in cut off shorts and a string bikini top covered by a loose flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow and bottom tied in a knot to reveal her midriff.
"When did Max start letting you dress like that?" Mrs. Farber laughed a little, "You better go put on a skirt and that crop top with the short poofy sleeves - - and quick! You're making me late!"
A little perplexed, and uneasy about what this meant in regard to her job, JIllian zipped back upstairs. There seemed to be literally hundreds of skirts to choose from. She grabbed one at random and wriggled into it. The shirt was somewhat easier to find, being somewhat frumpy and old fashioned compared to Jillian's other stuff. She disliked the sliver of cleavage it revealed, even the sweater dress from last night had covered everything up, but she settled "the girls" a little more comfortably into the scoop neck top anyway and headed back downstairs.
Mrs. Farber gave her daughter another strange look as she stopped on the landing, "Okay, well, don't forget your purse, because I have somewhere to be. Let's go."
