Jon woke up with a sneeze; hair tickled his nose, and he shook his head to move it. Wait a minute... my hair isn't long enough to reach my nose. And it isn't... he thought, staring in wonder at the light brown hair on his shoulders, soft and even silky like his had never been. He understood now what the shampoo commercials meant, stroking his hair with a foreign, feminine hand. With a start, he looked down at his chest, belatedly realizing he was nude, and heaved a sigh of relief he immediately felt foolish for. Boobs. But at least not four of them.
His mom came into the room, and looked at him with a frown. "Oh, no... the treatments didn't work quite right."
"You mean because I only have two of...?" Jon asked, gesturing vaguely to his chest.
"No, honey. I'm afraid not. Come on, I think it's safe for you to get up and see, then we'll put you back to sleep for your second week of treatments," she said soothingly, pulling him gently up out of the bed and leading him to the bathroom. He stumbled and almost fell several times on the way; his center of balance was off, and he felt numb and half-asleep, unable to even feel his new breasts. Jon gasped at what he saw in the mirror.
