Jon decided to just throw on a simple shirt and pants, taking off the heels but leaving the underwear. No point in making this any more complicated than it was. Walking through the house aimlessly, he heard noise coming from the living room downstairs. Zoe was sitting on the couch watching TV, wearing pants for one of the first times Jon could recently remember. Even before she turned "Goth", it was rare to see her in anything but a dress or a skirt.
There was a noticeable bulge in her tight jeans, bigger than he expected, making Jon wonder how long it had been since those pictures were taken. "Hi, mom." Zoe spoke softly, but even then Jon noticed that her voice was a bit deeper than it had been before.
"Morning, honey." The words slid out of his mouth naturally, before he even realized he was talking. It was what his mom always said. Zoe relieved the tension he felt by speaking again. "Sorry, mom. I just... I couldn't go today. Now that everyone's over Biff and Sarah, I'm the new freak to tease. It grew to a seventeen-year-old size too quickly, and now I can't hide it or wear most of my own clothes. My panties are too tight and the boxers you got me look so bad with my outfits!"
Jon was stunned by that torrent of complaints, realizing for the first time that maybe he wasn't the only one who had it bad. He could adjust with the final result of his problem; for Zoe, and undoubtedly Mikey, it would be a near-lifelong transformation. He walked over to the couch before he noticed himself moving, sitting down and pulling Zoe into his arms as she cried. He whispered reassurances into her ear, meaningless things his mom had always said to him that nonetheless always helped.
His dad... husband, he painfully reminded himself... gave him an "OK" sign and a reassuring smile as he walked through the room on his way back upstairs. As Zoe quieted down, he let go and followed after one last stroke of her... his... hair.
Jon walked back upstairs and to his new room, knocking then mentally slapping himself and walking in. It was his room now. He immediately wished he hadn't just walked in. His dad was naked! And, as his dad looked over at him, not just so. The obvious reaction to his presence made him blush. "Linda! Jon! I'm sorry!" He immediately grabbed some underwear out of their drawer, pulling it up and then reaching for his pants. "I was dressing for work, you kind of... came at a bad time." Jon smiled reassuringly, or what he hoped was reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'll.. um.. I'll probably see it later anyway."
Jon's dad... Alex... blushed and looked away, searching for his work clothes. "I can't believe how well you're handling this. You know that this is really weird for me too? I want you. Your body, I mean. I didn't just marry your mother for her cooking, if you know what I mean." Jon blushed. He thought he did. "But knowing that you're really my son in there... that's freaky beyond belief. You don't... you know... want to do anything, together, do you?"
Jon shook his head, blushing madly and trying to get pictures out of his head which were, truth be told, becoming very... tempting...
