While Jon was never much of a jock at school —the only time he played sports was in gym class— he wasn't exactly skinny. However, when Jon looked in the mirror, he was surprised. He was so skinny that, along with the underwear and hair, he could actually pass for a girl. If only it wasn't for the bulge in his panties. That at least proved that he was still male.
“Jonni!” a voice yelled from downstairs.
“Jonni?” Jon questioned. It was like some feminine form of Jon, and yet, it wasn’t. Jon frowned. It seemed like the word feminine was becoming a bit of a clue. He wondered if he should throw some clothes on, a quandary eased when he saw a nightgown hanging on the back of the door. He threw it on and clambered down.
Jon’s family were already settled at the table by the time Jon (or rather Jonni) reached the kitchen. His mother, Linda, sat at the head of the table drinking a cup of coffee while reading the morning paper. Even though that act was a bit unusual in itself, what surprised Jon was what his mother was wearing.
Instead of her usual attire consisting of a checkered shirt and tan capris, Linda was wearing what looked like a very formal pantsuit. It was dark blue with pinstripes.
“Uh, mom?” Jonni asked. “What’s with the suit?” Linda gave him a look.
“I always wear stuff like this to the office, honey… Are you feeling ok?” Jon blinked and nodded.
“Yeah…” he trailed off. “Just waking up, I guess.” Satisfied with his answer, his mom returned to her coffee and paper.
So mom works in an office now? Jonni asked himself. Last he knew, his mom was an assistant at a law firm, which Jon supposed was the same thing, but his mom’s outfit seemed to suggest that she was more of a … professional … now.
Turning his attention away from his mom, Jon proceeded to sit down at the table and that’s when it hit him again. That word, feminine. Everything that he was seeing just screamed feminine. Even the decor in the kitchen, now that Jon noticed it, was feminine. Lots of bright colours, flowers, and patterns on the walls. Not to mention how his brother and sister were currently dressed.
Now Zoe was not too much different from her original self. She still was a goth —that much was obvious just from looking at her— but her whole wardrobe seemed much darker and, again, feminine.
The dress, black in colour, was long and flowy, reaching down to the floor and covering Zoe’s feet so Jon couldn’t tell what sort of boots she was wearing (because Zoe always wore boots). Again, it was feminine, but it was something that certainly suited the Zoe that Jon knew.
Mikey, on the other hand, had gone in the other direction. Whilst Zoe and his mom’s outfits had a slight hint of masculinity in them, Mikey’s was completely over-the-top feminine.
The most obvious change in Mikey, was that he now had blonde hair. Whether it was dyed or natural, Jon couldn’t tell but it went down past his brother’s shoulder and was curly in style. Now... for his outfit? It was probably the girliest of girliest outfits that Jon had ever seen.
“Morning, Mom,” he cooed in a voice that, even for a prepubescent boy, seemed like that of a prepubescent girl.
“Morning, Kiki,” Linda replied. Wait what? Kiki? Mikey-key… It quickly dawned on Jon how he got that nickname. After a few minutes of gulping down breakfast, Jonni and Zoe headed upstairs to get ready.
