When Jon got home the first thing that he did was run up to his bedroom and rip off all of his offending clothes. And offending they were. With his new knowledge, straight from Cosmo, he was amazed at how stupid he'd been at picking the day's outfit. He hoped he'd be able to live down the shame. He made a promise to himself to never wear those clothes again (well, maybe the skirt, as it was rather flirty).
He opened his magic closet and pulled out a sexy bra and matching panties. He now knew that even though they were under his clothes, if he wanted to feel hot, he'd have to start there. Even if nobody else knew what he was wearing under his clothes, he would know, and that was enough.
He followed that with a short purple dress he'd seen Jessica Alba wear on the cover of the first magazine he'd read. Thanks to the magic, it fit like a charm. He looked at himself in the mirror and loved what he saw. Adding some tan coloured pantyhose and short heeled flats, Jon knew that he was ready for his make-up mirror. His attempts at making himself up that morning were sad. Now that he'd had pages and pages of make-up tips, he felt much more prepared.
Still alone in the house, Jon sashayed (it was never the wrong time to show off his body) to his mother's room. The supplies he'd borrowed the day before were still out, so he went to work. First cleaning off his first, sad, attempt, he then went to work much more artfully. Mimicking the looks he'd seen on many pages of the magazine, he worked with the lines on his face, emphasizing his cheekbones, highlighting his eyes, filling out his lips.
By the time he was done Jon decided that he was gorgeous. Sure, there was always room for improvement, but he had plenty of time to work on that. Spotting a few fashion magazines by the bed, he picked them up and went downstairs to wait for his mom to come home. He still had to explain why he skipped the afternoon's classes, but he didn't want to waste the time. There was just so much to learn.
