Jon woke up as Jen surprisingly early, her first sensation was her hair, it was everywhere, she felt it against her arms and on her back and some of it was even in her mouth. She could feel every bristle of it against her now sensitive, now softer skin, and it had fanned out in the night as she slept, tangling and getting everywhere, there was so much of it, and it was so brown. Jon spent those early moments of awakeness trying to sort through the hair like a web, until she realized it was her own hair...and she remembered her situation.
The soft pastels of her room spoke volumes of the girl who she now was, or who she was supposed to be, Jon Madison had been destroyed, and in his place now sat up in her queen bed, Jenifer Madison, newly minted member of the cheer squad...or so they would have it.
As she sat up she was confronted with a girl who despite the wild chestnut mess on her head, had a cute face which pouted at her in the mirror. She made faces at it, as if it was someone else looking back, but the mirror made those faces right back. She sat in bed making faces at the mirror and seeing the girl return them, and as she did she saw who she was, a spunky, flirty, attractive girl. She was surprised at how much her face expressed emotions, and how even when making a silly face she still looked adorable. Jon would have had a crush on Jen, as any boy would, which only made it more horrible that Jon was Jen now.
She got out of bed, and was immediately uncomfortable, her chest was sore in a way that Jon had never felt before, it was quite like the feeling of getting kicked in the balls, but it had the same sort of intensity and permeating feeling as that. Jen felt her chest shift as she stood up to her full 5 foot five inches tall, her hair pulling on her neck as she did so in a way that was unfamiliar to her. Her chest felt like it stuck out of a mile, and she was amazed at the amount of real estate they took up on her chest, wide and round they blocked her view below, where there was now nothing to see but hips and hair. It was oddly freeing to walk without a penis in the way, it never felt that way before, but it had always been there, now as she walked across the room in her pink sweat pants she felt her walk driven more by her hips than her legs, her movement came from a different place as if before she was front wheel drive, and she was now rear wheel drive, but while she certainly felt it, she would never get the full effect that watching herself walk away from behind would have on others.
It was 8 am on a Saturday, and there was much to do with the day. The first thing Jen did was look around, this was her house, but none of it was familiar, these were her clothes, but she didn't know how to put on most of them. She found a bra marked 32D inside, but had no idea how to put it on, nor any desire to til she got annoyed with how they moved and felt at ever single motion! (SO SENSITIVE! STOP IT!) She found plenty of dresses, skirts, blouses, and shoes...so many shoes, some which is was fairly certain couldn't be worn without standing on tip toe...which was exactly the point. She was mostly surprised at how small most of what she had was, and how little function most of it had. She had found a T-shirt which looked to be about 3 sizes too small for her, but it being a t shirt and not a blouse or halter top she pulled it over her head and around her breasts and then pulled her mass of hair out from behind it which had gotten trapped in the effort. The shirt clung to her in every way possible, showing off everything great about her body, it was the most sexy thing he had ever seen a girl wear, and it was on him, and standing erect in the middle of her chest was even more evidence of the need for that bra. It felt good in a way that he had never felt as a guy, similar but different to an erection, but misplaced and misunderstood and unwelcome. He saw the girl in the mirror in a tight t shirt and sweatpants starting frustrated at herself, beautiful in a messy way, and Jon had no idea how turned on her body was, because she had never felt that before in this way.
"Jen, Mike, Sarah and Tiffany are coming over" She heard her mother's voice spoken through an unseen speaker system in her room.
The sound of her mothers voice shook her out of herself as she realized she would most certainly be yelled at for looking like this, and she fought to get the form fitting shirt off her body. She looked around the room...the stone...maybe it was here...maybe she could call Karyn and get her help. She searched the places she thought the stone might be, or where she would have left her grandfathers note....but she couldn't find it. Softly the door opened.
"Honey, I wanted to chat before your friend got here. How late were you out last night?"
Jen turned surprised to see her mother, but with different hair, and about 10 years older than she was yesterday, but still unmistakably the same mother Jon knew.
"I don't know...about 11...maybe a bit after.." She could feel the wrath of having broken a rule coming down the line. She wasn't sure what she had done wrong, but she knew something was coming.
"You know we want you calling if you are going to be out past ten." her mother stated kindly.
"Yeah." Jon lied who had no idea about this rule " I just got caught up in something, sorry" that was at least the truth.
"It's ok, just call next time, I trust you out late with Sarah more than Mike." She smiled and winked as if there was an understood joke.
"Haha...yeah... " Who was Mike? Jon thought. Her mom was turning to leave.
"wait, that's it?" Jen asked, she was waiting for the other shoe to drop, some form of punishment or scolding.
"Everything else can wait, you have to get ready. The girls will be here soon." her mom said so causally as if to ignore that any offence had ever happened. Had she really gotten off that easy?
