"Now c'mon, Jon," Belinda said. "School starts in an hour, so we've got enough time to get breakfast and do the dishes. You get started on the dishes and I can make us a meal, 'kay?" The clone made his way downstairs. Jon followed, curious to see what would happen. Thankfully his mother was gone to work already. He watched Belinda tie on a frilly apron of his mother's that just barely fit his masculine frame.
"Ugh, remind me to go clothes shopping later, honey," Belinda sighed. He busied himself with putting together oatmeal and fruit salad. "I'm going to need skirts, blouses, pants, lingerie..."
"Lingerie?" Jon echoed as he filled the sink with hot soapy water. He watched Belinda's athletic bubble-butt swing back and forth as the clone stirred the oatmeal.
"Sure," Belinda giggled, looking over his shoulder coyly. "Maybe a nice see-through teddy with a lacy pattern, or a silky black negligee..."
Jon washed some dishes while Belinda rattled off all the lingerie he'd love to buy. Jon's mind drifted, picturing the clone posing in a centrefold, his gorgeous feminine face made up and his broad masculine body clad in a gauzy bodystocking.
"It's ready! ...oh my, Jon, is that for me?" Belinda grinned and patted the tent in Jon's pants. "Too bad we don't have more time, hmm? Now eat your breakfast, it's getting cold."
Jon and Belinda sat down and began to eat. The clone certainly had a voracious appetite, polishing off twice as much oatmeal as Jon did. Afterwards, the two of them cleaned up and got their lunches made. Belinda teased Jon about how little he ate, telling him he could stand to bulk up a little as he made three sandwiches to Jon's one. "You're so scrawny, Jon! I'm afraid I'll snap you in two, one of these days..."
As they both got ready for school, the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Belinda said, plucking the reciever up. "Hello?"
"Hi," a female voice greeted uncertainly. "Um, could I speak to Jon?"
"Who, may I ask, is speaking," Belinda asked icily.
"It's Karyn," the girl answered. She knew didn't have any male relatives... at least none that sounded like Belinda. "Who's this?"
"Well, Karyn..."
