The feminizing spirit that Jon had wished up was enjoying the show. In its noncorporeal state, it could easily read Jon's mind, watching him move through the 'Girl World' software, changing a little more with every action. Jon was coming along nicely; he didn't question his environment, he didn't doubt his clothing, he didn't even think twice about the sexual experiences the spirit kept putting him through.
The sad thing about the human body, however, was that it had needs. Jon would soon need to relieve itself, eat, and drink. That meant that the spirit would have to release Jon from it's spell, however temporarily, so he could take care of himself. This would probably just be a quick in-and-out, let Jon take care of his biological needs, then reinsert him back into Girl World.
Hoping that its instincts were right, the spirit released control from Jon, allowing him to slip back to reality.
Jon hadn't been sitting for more than a minute when a loud bell rang, and the door burst open to reveal... nothing!
It wasn't that the space behind the door was held by darkness, but rather by a void, a void that grew and grew, spreading through the classroom toward Jon. He stood and stumbled on his black heels, backing up against the chalkboard behind him. For a moment he hoped he hadn't gotten chalk on his sweater, but as the void reached for him, all thoughts of his lovely clothes vanished as panic took over. As the void washed over him, he screamed a soundless scream.
Jon leaped up from his computer chair and took in his surroundings. He was in his room. How had he gotten there? His computer had a big red "PAUSED" sign on it. Had he been playing a game?
Everything seemed fuzzy. There was something about an airplane, something about a wish... He couldn't put his finger on it. The only thing he did know was that he needed to go to the washroom very badly.
He quickly wiggled out of his bedroom and sashayed down the hallway toward the washroom. Something felt wrong. His feet, clad only in socks, didn't move right. Every time he put down his foot he wanted only to stand on his toes. Trying to walk on his toes brought a smile to his face, as if it were a familiar and comfortable feeling, but not quite what he wanted. He'd have to figure that out later.
The washroom was empty, as, it seemed, was the rest of his house. Where was everybody? A brief thought about camping came to mind, but no details could form. Jon didn't bother worrying about it as it fit his purposes to have the bathroom to himself.
Sitting on the toilet, Jon easily relieved himself. When he finished, he grabbed some toilet paper, wiped himself, then grabbed some more and wiped the front of his penis, front to back, so as to not get a UTI. You can never be too careful!
After washing his hands, Jon stared at his reflection. The jeans and t-shirt he wore were no surprise, although they did feel wrong. Something about wearing them made him feel icky, exposed, naked. He didn't feel safe at all wearing them. It was a strange feeling. Clothing had never had that much emotional impact on him so he didn't really know what to do with the feelings. Absentmindedly Jon grabbed his mother's red lipstick from the medicine cabinet, applied it to his lips, then decided to go downstairs and grab a bite to eat before heading back to his room and figuring out what game he had been playing.
