Okay, okay, calm down, Jon thought. Think about this. I assumed this change would swap the outfits on a one-for-one basis, but it's altered my whole wardrobe. How exactly did this happen?
First, I guess I was wrong. By swapping outfits I might be trading entire wardrobes. Though that still doesn't explain how I suddenly have nothing but lingerie now... The model obviously didn't wear stockings and high heels her whole life, right?
Unless! The trade was with the photo, not the person. The photo is just an object, an image of a model. The model in the photo has just one outfit, for the duration of the photograph's whole existence. By trading clothes with the photo, the model gained what my Mom was wearing at the time while Mom's whole wardrobe was duplicated and extrapolated from the one outfit in the photo.
So if I can find a photo of someone whose clothes I wouldn't mind wearing, I could simply swap them with this lingerie and I'd have a complete wardrobe based on that photo? Would it work? Wait, how about a movie? An character in a film might wear a number of outfits, but being a picture and not a person, could I get a wardrobe based on those outfits? That would give me a wider selection of clothes, to be sure...
Wait, my Mom swapped with the model right? That gave the model what my Mom was wearing and my Mom a whole wardrobe of lingerie and shoes. Then I swapped with my Mom. If I took all her clothing, maybe she took my entire wardrobe in exchange! That should prove my theory, one way or the other!
Jon immediately left his room and walked quickly but unsteadily in his heels towards his parents' bedroom. He knocked gently on the door and waited. Hearing no reply, he slowly opened the door to confirm that the bedroom was empty. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a drawer.
Yes! My boxers are here!
Eagerly, Jon pulled a pair out and unfurled them. He gawped at the size of them. They were huge, definitely built for someone with wide hips and a large ass. These clothes were obviously his, but now in his mother's sizes!
Cursing under his breath, Jon searched the next drawer. Mother's sizes or not, he should at least be able to find a baggy t-shirt that still fit him. Sure enough, he found his favourite top. Jon lifted the Green Day t-shirt over his head and pulled it over his body. He walked over to the mirror where he found the top fit him reasonably well, even if it looked stretched a little by his Mom's bust.
"And what do you think you're doing Jon?"
The familiar voice caused Jon leapt in surprise, then lost his balance and toppled out of his heels to the floor. Moaning in pain, Jon looked at the one who had discovered him. It was...
