A sharp knock on Jon's door woke him from a deep sleep.
"Jon! wake up! Breakfast is ready, let's go mister!" said his mother through his door. Jon rolled over in bed and slid his legs out from under the covers. He was half asleep still as he opened his door, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. As he approached the door, it opened and his sister Zoe stepped out and she did a double take as he stood there, still sleepily rubbing his eyes.
"Jon?" she asked with a giggle. "What the fuck are you wearing?" as she looked him up and down.
"It was in that moment that Jon felt odd. He looked down, to see what he was wearing, and could feel the tickling of fabric across his thighs. He was wearing a pink nightie. The soft silky straps felt tight on his shoulders, and the bodice was equally tight across his breasts. But the rest of the garment was loose as it flared out playfully across his tight stomach, his plump rear and smooth thighs. Jon felt the nightie, and held up the silky hem as his eyes darted back to meet his sisters. She stood there, a huge grin on her face, waiting for his response.
"I-I-I-I-I Uhhhh." he sputtered as she held her iPhone up and took a quick picture of him, before walking passed him back to her room.
"You're such a freak!" she shot out as her door closed.
Jon quickly dived into the bathroom, and pulled the Nightie over his head, causing his breasts to bounce free, to find a matching pair of panties tightly around his wide hips. He pulled the panties off and took a long look at himself in the mirror. He had what was unmistakably a woman's figure. His smooth legs flared into wide hips and a sexily plump ass and narrowed back into a small girlish waist. His penis looked larger on thus girlish frame but the breasts were unmistakable, large and firm on his chest, bouncing with his every movement.
"What the Fuck happened?" he croaked. as he looked himself over in the mirror.
He finished in the bathroom as quickly as he could, trying not to touch himself too much as he showered. He wrapped a towel around himself and clutching the girly sleepwear in his hand, ran back to his room, hoping no one saw him.
It was only a matter of seconds before he was on his bed, gripping his phone and calling Karyn.
"Jon?" Karyn answered.
"Karyn, what the hell happened to me?" he squeaked, holding back a full blown panic attack.
"Oh shit." she said "I'm on my way over." and with a click she was gone. It was at that moment that Jon noticed the shopping bags and clothes strewn about his room. Victoria's Secret, Forever 21, Wet Seal, Justice and Aeropostale. There were skirts, bras, panties, blouses and dresses strewn about. Everything was brand new, and looked like he had tried everything on. Price tags were torn off and everywhere, these things would be impossible to return.
"What the hell happened yesterday?" he said to himself, still fighting that panic attack.
