Jon felt horror and his mother's hands as she rolled him up and prepared him to put on the nylons. Jon shuddered mentally when he felt her toes and foot slip into one of his legs. His mother carefully rolled the pantyhose over her legs.
The sensation was terrible to Jon. The way his mother's body stretched actually hurt for a moment before Jon adjusted to his new shape. Once he was on all the way, he felt like . . . well, like he was nothing but a pair of legs. In fact, as his mother got up and moved around, Jon felt like he normally would if he did the same thing.
Still, the feeling was so weird. Though movements felt normal, he felt hollow. It was difficult to describe. When his mother put on her heels, Jon felt like he was walking on his toes. When his mother crossed her legs, Jon felt like he was being twisted around.
Jon could hear crunching sounds above him, and he realized his mom was at the table eating cereal. Nothing much changed for Jon until she moved her legs again. Apparently her calf itched and she used her other leg to rub the irritation away. It was almost like a grandmother pinching and rubbing his face.
Oddly, Jon was getting used to his shape. He didn't like it, but it started to become old hat. That was, until his mom stood up and carried her bowl to the sink. She stumbled, and suddenly Jon felt a sudden coolness on his left leg.
"Dammit." His mom muttered. She stalked back to her room and almost violently yanked Jon off her body and threw him into the laundry bin. He was quickly joined by a heavier object, probably her skirt.
Jon realized with sudden horror that sometime soon, unless someone helped, he was going into the wash.
