Jon looked at himself in the mirror; the outfit was perfect. A sexy maid's outfit. It made perfect sense to the teenage boy for a number of reasons. One, of all his guy friends, he was undoubtedly the tidiest. Two, at a quick glance he was sure that it would fit well. And lastly, black was his favourite colour. Given his choices, it was the outfit that made the most sense to wear.
The dress had been easy enough to don, although the lace-up bustier had been a bit tricky. When he had stepped into it and pulled it up he marveled at the feel of the smooth material against his naked skin. The panties that had been on the hanger with the neatly held his penis in, which made Jon very glad. Unexpected exposure of his nether-regions had been the fear which led him to his new clothes.
Getting dressed had been so enjoyable that he'd caught himself acting strangely a few times. Each time he would dismiss the action as getting taken up in the moment, relishing in a new experience. As he fitted the lace choker around his neck he'd giggled. When he placed the choker's matching headpiece he'd sighed in arousal. After fitting the two shiny black high heeled shoes, he'd walked toward the mirror with a sway, gave his reflection a wink and spun to show himself off. Just getting caught up, he told himself with a smile.
Strangely he never thought back to his wish to be haunted and transformed. Jon was content in his current situation. It wasn't as if he was ignoring anything glaring, it was just that the glaring situation never popped into his mind.
As he picked up the feather duster, he blew a kiss at his reflection and headed toward the stairs. The only choice he had to make was whether to go up or down.
