Mikey and Zoe were both being exceptionally careful not to harm their clothes or get them dirty; it would be funny seeing Mikey lift the skirt of his wedding dress to go up the stairs if Jon weren't preoccupied with the pink leotard and tutu he was wearing himself. He followed Mikey into his room where he removed the dress, placing it carefully on the bed and sitting down in his white lacy bra which was somehow filled out, panties, stockings and garter belt, legs crossed and hands in his lap. Mikey's hair underneath the veil seemed longer, and was pulled into an elegant style. His face was made up perfectly. He looked like a very small woman.
Jon's own hair was also longer somehow, and pulled back into a high ponytail. She thankfully hadn't made him over or given him the appearance of breasts, though he was very slender in the leotard. Mikey just sat there dutifully, as if Jon weren't even there, the picture of pre-marital elegance. Jon moved on to Zoe's room, and found her doing the same thing, fully clothed. They seemed to be waiting for Mom's next instructions or questions. Why had Mikey stripped but Zoe didn't?
A moment later, Jon heard a voice behind him. "What are you doing out of your room?" His mom was behind him, arms crossed, looking angry. "You know what you are, Jon. Dolls can't roam around the house. Get into your room."
Knowing she wouldn't take no for an answer, he left, quickly going into his room and sitting down on his bed as Mikey and Zoe did, crossing his legs almost out of reflex. Whose reflex?
