With a simple thought, Jon's mom and sister sat in each other's chairs, staring at themselves and each other as if they couldn't quite believe it, though Mom could, Jon knew. "Unswap."
And suddenly they were back. "That was awesome!" Jon's little sister exclaimed; she was just fourteen, and easily excitable despite her Goth front. "A little creepy. I wouldn't wanna be stuck as Mom." That seemed to be the cue, as not another word was spoken during dinner. Mikey looked like he wanted to say something to Jon several times, but held it back.
Jon felt four stares on him as he excused himself after finishing his food, swinging his hips without realizing it, licking his lips and reminding himself of the situation he was in. The lipstick tasted odd. When he got into his room, the sun had already set; he hadn't realized they'd been at the table for so long. Jon took his heels off, slowly stripping down to his bra and panties, determined not to look in the mirror as he washed his face off in the bathroom afterward. The makeup came off easily, to his surprise.
His face was beautiful even without the makeup, he thought even as he cursed himself for looking. Jon blew a kiss into the mirror before leaving the bathroom and stretching out across his bed; this new body wasn't particularly tall, and fit comfortably in his old bed. His sleep was peaceful and dreamless.
