In front of his eyes the tanktop had been pushed outward, revealing the cleavage of a pair of large breasts he was now the owner of. "Oh this can't be good" he thought.
Whatever was going on, Jon knew he wouldn't be able to solve it in Sarah's bedroom, and however little he wanted to be out in public in a skirt, he wanted even less to go out in public in just a tank top and panties. He went to the closet and grabbed the first pair of jeans he saw. Of course they were skinny jeans, and of course they had a rose pattern embroidered up the left side, but things were getting serious.
He pulled them on, deliberately ignoring how snug they were in the front, shoved his feet into some flip-flops, and ran for the door.
But it was too late. With a white flash, the doorknob disintegrated in Jon's hand, the world of Sarah's bedroom along with it. Where could he be going now?
Jon felt a cool spring breeze blow over his face. Then he could feel it over his bare arms. Then over his bare legs.
And then he could see: he was in the middle of a field. The football field at his high school, specifically. He was on the 50-yard line. Why was he here?
Jon looked down at himself. If the purpose of whatever was controlling these shifts and changes was to embarrass him, this would certainly be the next logical step: Tented over his new breasts, following his midsection, and covering only the top half of his thighs, was a perfect reproduction of the blue-and-gold Lake Point High School cheerleading uniform.
Of course he was alone in the middle of an empty football field. Jon grunted in frustration and stamped a sneaker-covered foot. How could he make any progress if every time he tried to do something, this unknown force tossed him into a completely new situation?
