Jon woke up to a bright light in his face; he'd forgotten to close his blinds the night before. Sitting up, he felt oddly exposed. There was a light draft on his legs, and stomach, and his... breasts?! He looked down, and naked flesh filled his view; his pink nipples stood at attention. His face turned a deep red as a sharp whistle came from across the street.
The husband of the woman whose hair he'd given to a passing boy was staring in at him, grinning. His yard work was forgotten. Jon squealed, quickly shutting the blinds, and immediately blushed even more deeply. I don't squeal. Women squeal. I'm a sixteen-year-old boy. The mirror said differently. "Oh, shut up." Jon said to no one in particular, cringing at his voice, which seemed to just ooze sex. When he made the wish, he'd thought that he'd get turned on by this. He had a body most women would die to have and most men would die to have in quite a different way, but without any parts of his own, it felt alien.
His mom had most likely taken his clothes to wash; she had a bizarre aptitude for not waking him up. He'd had shirts taken off of him, but a bra? Jon called out through a barely cracked door, praying no one walked by. "Mom!" No answer.
He sighed, resolutely ignoring the sound of his voice and sitting down on his bed. An agonizingly long few minutes later, his mom came in carrying a hot pile of clothes, dumping a familiar outfit on the top onto his lap. "Sorry, Jon, I couldn't wait for you to wake up. I was doing laundry and had to take your underwear too. You made a good choice, by the way. That is a beautiful maid outfit. We'll need to put it to use before you can change back." Mom smiled at him, eliciting a groan, and then left to let him change.
Jon's hands seemed to move on their own as he dressed, and before he knew it, he was dressed in the same French maid's outfit from yesterday; it was somehow comforting. It felt right. He giggled, thinking of how good he'd looked in that... Wait, what?! It wasn't me in there! What am I thinking? I don't giggle! Jon sighed, in some sort of relief, trying desperately not to think of who he was or what he was wearing. It was going to be a long day. At least Mom wouldn't make him go to school.
