Jon had an idea. It was only ten; his dad was most likely still asleep. He started to walk out of his room, and the heels by the door caught his eye. My legs look so good in those... He smiled, only partially aware of what he was thinking as he put the heels on, strutting out of his room and down the hall to his parents' room. As expected, his dad was sleeping soundly. A moment later, a blonde woman in a French maid's uniform was sleeping where his dad once was, and Jon walked out of the room, a man again. He quickly found his mom sorting out clothes in the living room. "Honey?" Jon called out, feeling somewhat foolish. "Where was that magazine you took from Jon?"
"Why, Mark?" Mom asked, already somewhat suspicious.
"I want to see the page where the model he switched with is." He could barely get the words out; lying was not his thing. She stared oddly at him for a moment, and a feeling of dread settled in his stomach.
"It's not a Cosmo like I told you and the kids. Jon was looking at porn. It's in our room, top shelf of my underwear drawer." Jon nodded, walking away quickly upstairs.
Said magazine was easy to find, as was the picture of a sixteen-year-old boy with a rag in his hand holding his ass up in the air and grinning for the camera. "Unswap." Suddenly, the sleeping woman on the bed was replaced by his Dad again, but the boy in the magazine was still there. The magazine was snatched out of his hand by his mom, looking furious.
"You lied to me! What, did you think I wouldn't punish you when you were yourself again? And using your father's body! You really have no respect for others at all. I heard from Allison down the street how her son came home with a perm, and that bitch across the street has short hair, not that she deserves any less, but I know you didn't mean to punish her, did you?" She started to breathe heavily, raggedly, after her tirade. Jon just meekly nodded, tears springing to his eyes and a small whimper rising up in his throat.
"I-I'm sorry..." He managed to choke out, ducking into his room and locking the door behind him. There he collapsed onto his bed and cried, hurt at first, but then tears of shame for having reacted that way. I have to get my own body back quick...
