School was surprisingly uneventful; only a few comments about his new anatomy let on that anything was out of the ordinary. The town appeared to be used to transporter mishaps by now. Jon left school, heading for the row of transporters and picking out his house on an LCD display of a local map. With such a simple interface, the fact that he'd never done so before didn't draw attention.
He arrived in his parents' room and wondered why for a moment before remembering that the transporter probably thought he was his mother. The boots were nearly like any other shoes now, just adding a slightly distracting sway to his hips, and after a few discrete reminders from "other" girls he had learned proper ways to sit and stand among other things.
He walked out of the room and downstairs, shocked to see...
