Jon's wailing slowly died down to sniffles, and he let himself be pulled into a hug by his mom, squeezing back once. "There there, honey. It's lucky you didn't have makeup on or we'd need to reapply it. Come with me and we'll get you ready for your first day of work, okay?" He just nodded, letting Mom lead him into the master bedroom and over to her vanity.
An odd sense of relief came over him as Mom applied all sorts of strange-looking substances to his face and weaved a tiara into his hair; where she'd gotten a maid's tiara, he didn't know. When she finished, he couldn't help but grin at his reflection, blowing a kiss to the gorgeous maid sitting in front of him. "Now, young lady, it's time for you to earn your keep around here." And my body back, he thought.
She gave him a list of chores and he went right to them. Things seemed much simpler when he was cleaning, and he appreciated the sidelong looks Dad gave him as he moved about the house; his dad seemed to be everywhere he was. Mom had told him he needed a hundred dollars to buy himself back, and he was being paid only a dollar or so an hour. At this rate he'd be stuck for weeks. The next few days were simple routine; he woke up, showered (his new body wasn't quite so alien anymore, he rarely noticed it), dressed in the same newly washed outfit, and got to work cleaning up the messes everyone made.
Everyone seemed content to just treat him as a guest rather than a family member, and it was getting lonely until Mikey came into his room as he was cleaning it. Mikey had the most contact with him, thoroughly enjoying bossing the quiet new maid around. But his tone wasn't demanding, this time. "What is it like being a girl like Mom? Not like Zoe. A big girl."
"A woman, Mikey." Jon gently chided him; he was less prone to anger these days, and barely raised his voice even to normal levels. "You get used to it. Do you want to see what it's like?"
Mikey nodded eagerly, pulling a magazine out from under his mattress. One of Jon's. He considered getting angry, but they weren't of much use to him now. Naked women didn't turn him on once he got used to seeing one in the mirror and shower. Mikey flipped through the pages, finally stopping at a picture of a petite woman with enormous breasts. She was pretty otherwise, edging average, but her DD's, maybe even larger, had gotten her in the minds of many boys and men. Jon figured they were fake, but didn't like to think about it. Glancing between the picture and Mikey, he concentrated for a moment...
...And in Mikey's place was a pretty, busty young woman who was even shorter than Jon was now, wearing a white tank top and a pleated miniskirt; in the picture her shirt had been wet, but that thankfully hadn't transferred over. Jon knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Mikey shrieked in shock despite having asked for it, dropping the magazine onto the floor, where it closed neatly. "What's going on up there?" Mom's voice called up, and Mikey nearly shrieked again, dropping to the floor to pick up the magazine and falling onto his new breasts on the way.
As Mikey lay on the floor crying in pain, Jon flipped through the magazine, trying to find the page before... "What is going on here? I can't leave either of you alone for a second!" ...That. Jon groaned, and opened his mouth to explain, but was quickly interrupted. "No, Jon. I won't have you lying to me again. I thought I raised good boys, not porn centerfolds in boys' clothing! What next, are you going to turn Zoe into a stud so neither of you get lonely?"
Jon blushed deeply, as did Mikey though he didn't fully understand what Mom was talking about. "No, Mom, I was just about to change him back, he just wanted to see what it was like--"
"See what what was like?! I can understand curiosity, Jon. I'm not even that bothered by your having porn. I expected it, as any sane person would. But you get such an amazing ability and the very first thing you do with it is turn yourself into a French maid?! That's not normal, Jon!" Mom's face was red, and her voice sharp, clipped.
"I know, Mom..." Jon started to cry again, but wiped the tears away, smudging his makeup and not caring. "I was just a little curious! I'm done with it now, I'll never do something like this again, just let me change back!" Now he was full-on wailing, as everything out-of-character he'd done in the past few days came back in full force, as well as what had just happened. "Please!"
Jon just stood there crying, as Mikey nursed his hurt breasts, and his mom stared at him like he'd gone insane. "Honey... I didn't know it bothered you this much."
"Didn't know it bothered me? How would you feel if you suddenly got turned into some... car mechanic or something?!" Jon nearly screamed, in between sobs.
"I get it... here. Both of you better change back soon." Mom left the room, coming back a moment later with a familiar magazine, handing it to Jon. Still sniffling, Jon said "unswap" twice, first focusing on his real body and then Mikey's. He still had unshed tears in his eyes, and shame burned within him, for everything.
