Jon took his mom's hand and was about to get into the transporter when his mom yelled after him. "No!" He turned back to look at her. "We shouldn't try to fix this on our own. I just need to alert the company and we need to wait for them to send a specialist out to fix this. It shouldn't take too long." She said in a slightly quavering voice, trying to stay calm.
"But until then I'll have your... your..." Jon pointed down to his shapely legs and ass in the loose, somewhat frilly skirt. Not to mention the tights and the leaning-forward feeling he got from the heels.
She nodded. "Do you think I like this any more? Don't worry, transporter accidents are fairly run-of-the-mill in such a large town. I'm sure no one will care." Mom shooed him off to school, and off he went, stumbling for a moment before getting the hang of the heels, somewhat enjoying the swing of his hips and the feeling of the skirt and the tights on his legs. Karyn was waiting for him when he got there, and he scowled as she stifled a giggle at his predicament.
"Yeah, it's my mom. She decided to carpool with me." Jon said before Karyn could open her mouth, and she just burst into full-on giggles, slowly calming down enough to respond.
"Nice legs, Jon. Sexy lady, but you didn't do a thing with your hair, and you forgot your makeup..." Karyn laughed.
"Why thank you, blondie." Jon rolled with it, curtsying clumsily and nearly falling. She glared at him, getting the hint and dropping the subject, and began the walk to their shared class. He tried to ignore the click-clack of his heels on the tile as he followed. This was going to be a bad day.
