Jon stood by the transporter, watching his body walk off with his mom's long hair streaming down his back, a very odd sight. She was swaying unconsciously, walking in much the same way she normally did, probably the same way he'd be forced to in the heels her body, now his, was wearing.
He stepped back into the transporter and went back home once his mom was out of sight, heading straight to the bathroom and forcing down his initial revulsion at what he was going to do. Stripping out of the simple blouse and knee-length skirt, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror in nothing but his bra, panties and heels. Wait... his? His mom's! He stood in front of the bathroom mirror in his MOM'S bra, panties and heels, taking stock as best he could, wondering if anything may have changed rather that a straight swap.
Still standing in front of the mirror, he posed, imitating the women in his porno mags and trying to ignore the fact that it was his mom's body; she was still in good shape, a beauty even with his head unfortunately stacked on top of it. Jon continued this act for several minutes, enjoying himself more and more as he did. By the time he ran out of poses, he was almost completely unaware of anything but the fact that he looked damn good, and he wanted to show it off.
Only... his face was wrong, and his hair. His head in general. Someone with such a beautiful body shouldn't have a head like that. Suddenly he remembered the stone and walked - sashayed, in the heels - into his room, taking it out of the box on his dresser and making a wish. "I wish my head and body matched."
As soon as he finished the wish, he regained his composure, and stood still, wondering in horror what the wish made in haste had done to him...
