Just in case, Jonatha looked in the first drawers he saw.
He wasn't entirely prepared to see panties of all things, and he felt a little weird going through them to find the Stone. After finding a thong he shrieked and closed the drawers.
"I need to know who I am in this world, damn!" He said, his female voice a squeak of nervousness.
With a deep breath, he kept looking. The wardrobe sparked the ghost of memories, as if he should know what was there. What each different cheerleading uniform was for, when he should wear it. The vanity gave him the same feeling and, sitting there looking over boxes full of make-up and other girly items, he couldn't help but feel that he should try and put some on.
The face in the mirror was, if anything, one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. Near-pouting lips, shiny hair, and eyes... damn, he had pretty piercing eyes. Or Jonatha had them. He shook his head, idly playing with a lipstick. His lips tingled. They were missing some colour, weren't they? He glanced down at the uniform in the reflection, his top displaying strong reds and whites.
Not this shade, though, He thought and reached for another stick. Without thinking, he applied the colour to his lips. The flavour was nice, but not surprising.
Suddenly, he stood up, dropping the lipstick. "Fuck. The hell was that?" Again, Jonatha's voice only made him feel a little more uneasy about this whole situation.
"Jonatha!" He heard his mom call from downstairs. That voice was just so upbeat! "You're gonna be late to school, young miss. And I will not allow one of my daughters to miss her training sessions."
"Y-yeah. Coming!" Jon stammered. Then cursed under his breath. He just hoped that he could fake 'being out of it' or something until he got the Stone and wished himself some understanding because, man, it was gonna be a rough day otherwise.
"Gonna be strange regardless," He said, suddenly remembering that Sarah McMillan of all people wanted to talk to her-- no, him -- at school.
I guess I am part of her clique now, Jon thought as she waved his mom goodbye. For a moment the older cheerleader paused, frowning. Jon suddenly realised that he had waved goodbye rather than cheered their usual cheer. But how did he know that? Blushing, the teenage cheerleader nearly ran out the door.
