To Jon’s surprise, instead of the usual scruffy writing that he normally used, as evidenced by the book that was now Tiffany’s, Jon found that he wrote in a decidedly feminine style. He noticed that his style was more…cursive…
Jon didn’t know how he was doing it, just that he was doing it. Jon looked up at Tiffany, bewildered, while she just looked at him like he was crazy.
“Tiffany,” Jon started. “You’re not going to believe this, but I think…I think that we’re swapping with each other.
Ok, now Tiffany definitely thought that he was crazy. She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face.
“What do you mean? We’re swapping with each other?”
“Well, this morning I woke up to find that my boxers were replaced with panties.”
Tiffany interrupted him.
“Wait? You wear boxers?” She was intrigued.
“I used to,” Jon replied. “But now they’re panties and thongs. And given everything that has happened so far today, I would say that they used to be yours.”
Tiffany couldn’t help but laugh.
“Panties, thongs? Come on Jon, you can’t be serious.”
“I am!” Jon replied, getting frustrated. “Tiffany, you’re a girl. Don’t you think that it’s a bit weird for you to be wearing boxers?” Jon examined Tiffany closer. “And you’re not wearing a bra either!”
Tiffany snorted.
