About ten minutes later, Jon's mom came back in, carrying a bundle of clothes and dumping them into his lap. "Here, put this on. You're going to perform a wedding!" She grinned, jumping up and down gleefully. He picked up the clothes as she left, putting the robes of a minister on almost in a daze. This wasn't what he'd hoped for. What was probably his subconscious mind was taking over with each change of clothes, making him act appropriately. He only now noticed the swing that had been in his hips while wearing the leotard.
The extra hair in his ponytail seemed to disappear as he took it out, and he took on a more serious stance as he walked downstairs wearing the robes. A very small woman in a wedding dress stood facing a taller young man in a tuxedo... a young man with breasts. Zoe?!
He saw Zoe's bare - for once - face as she turned to face him, and Mikey's made-up face, amazed that he hadn't noticed before then. Their father was a short man, and not much of a "man" as far as they go; this was readily apparent as he was in a frilly pink dress, white tights and little heels, hair up in pigtails, face delicately made up so Jon actually had to take a second look to make sure it was him.
"Time to start the ceremony." Jon heard himself saying, and he moved up past Zoe and Mikey, reciting lines as if he'd known them his whole life. Finally the time came he'd been waiting for, and he spared a single glance at Mom before saying, "You may kiss the bride."
Mikey was beaming, looking completely female, and happier than he'd ever been as Zoe leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. Jon was mortified by this whole situation, but didn't think it within his "rights" to complain. Looking at Mom, he wondered what was next. The day was still young.
