Jon finally managed to peel his eyes away from his ridiculously buxom reflection and spotted a small screed on the wall beside the door of his closet. It must be a control panel! He hadn't noticed it before.
He minced over to the panel, so caught up in the shock of the change that he failed to notice how easily and daintily he moved in his new five-inch heels. He bent down to look at the screen.
"Con... confij... no, wait" he was having a hard time figuring out what it said. He was pretty sure it was in English, but sounding it out was making his head hurt. Maybe one of his sisters could help! As he turned to leave the room, there stood Zoe, wide-eyed in the doorway.
"Oh my gosh! IT WORKED! Yayyy!" the young girl hopped up and down.
"Zoe, what did you, like, do to me?" Jon chirped.
She ignored him, "I can't believe it really worked!" They both heard footsteps coming down the hall.
"Zoe, what's going on? Who are you talking-" Barbara stopped dead when she saw the impossibly proportioned woman standing in the middle of Jon's room.
"Oh. My. God. Jon, is that you!?"
He nodded meekly. "What... what happened?"
"Zoe must've really screwed with the configuration settings of your closet." She looked at her sister, "How many times have we told you not to mess with other people's closets!"
Jon was just standing there, blinking his long eyelashes, his expression vacant and confused. He looked down, past his cleavage, to his shoes. Pink was a pretty color for stilettos. That was something that made sense! Barbara crossed the room to look at the control panel. "How did you even bypass the personal ID locks?"
"I just Googled it," Zoe said proudly. "Nobody wanted to play my games so I had a better idea on how to play!"
"Well you can't mess with your brother like that," She gave a heavy sigh. "Sorry Jon, the panel seems to be locked out. It won't let me change any more settings, it's stuck somehow."
Jon snapped out of admiring his outfit and tried to process what Barbara just said. It took him a minute. "So... am I, like..."
"No, you're not stuck. We just have to call the repairman. Unfortunately none of the ones around here work nights, so we'll have to wait until morning. As for you," She turned to Zoe. "You need to go to your room and think about what you've done. Mom is NOT going to be happy when she comes home to this."
Zoe huffed. "You're mean! You don't want me to have any fun! Come on Barbie!" Jon perked up when he heard that name. It felt good to be called that. He looked at his sister, and took her hand as she began to lead him out of the room.
"Jon, wait a second," Barbara said, trying to stop him. He ignored her. Zoe wanted to play, after all. He followed his little sister to her room. Maybe she had some fun outfits for him to try on!
