...Hmm, Let me see, there are many erasures, so I'll simply write out these specifics again on my Chalk board, alright?" Jon said, smiling slightly, but concentrating on the crinkled piece of paper in his hand. He then waved his hand and a small portion of wall, with several posters, boxes and an umbrella leaning on it flipped, like a secret door, and flipped around to reveal a Chalk board on the flip side. "Alright, Let's see if I have this interpretted correctly here." He then proceeded to write on the chalk board the following specifications:
Height : 5'9
Weight : Whatever Necessary
Hair : Shoulder length, Brown, curly.
Eyes : Green
Chest : 32-34 C-D Cup
Waist : 24-26
Hips : 34-36
Other Notes : I would request that she have my intelligence, my memories, but also the ability to run, play Volleyball and Basketball and Dance.
"Is this correct, John? You're leaving an awful lot of other things up to my interpretation." Jon said, with a slightly warning tone at the end of the sentence.
"Yeah...Yeah that's what I want." John Said.
"Well then, would you like now, or later?"
"I can have it now?" John asked, appearing suprirsed
"Well, Yes, of course. I find it amusing you still underestimate my powers!" Jon said, nonchalantly.
"Well then. Yeah, Definately!"
Jon then raised his hands and looked into John's eyes. "Goodbye John, just come back if you wish to return. I will take the required cost from your wallet." Jon then smiled, almost menacingly, and waved his hand. John blinked, and suddenly found himself standing in the kitchen of a house much like his own. A couple of his tests, which his parents had been proudly displaying (Despite his objections) were missing from the refrigerator door, and were replaced by pictures of an attractive girl, standing amongst several other attractive girls, with a Golden cup being held by two shorter girls in the center. A newspaper cutout also was placed on the fridge, with a "#1" Magnet holding it, with a picture of a pretty brown haired girl smiling and raising her medal for the camera. In another shot in the same article, John could make out as he got closer, was the same girl, in her same tight shorts (A dark color, blue was his guess, though the photo was black and white, so he couldn't tell) with a T-Shirt with its sleeves rolled in, to act like a sleeveless top, leaping majestically to the top of the net and smashing the ball down into the opposing court. Finally able to take his eyes away from the oddly interesting article, John looked around the seemingly larger kitchen, the smooth slide of his footwear audible as he slowly rotated curiously, viewing the room with an odd new curiosity. John then noticed the kitchen mirror, it was at an odd angle though, and he could see the egg white front door of the house in the reflection, as well as the small plastic shoe mat with an intriguing variety of shoes on it, not including his shoes, nor his sister's, confusingly. In their usual place neatly sat a pair of light blue and white running shoes, and a pair of white shoes with a small 1 inch heel.John walked slowly towards the mirror, someone coming into view he didn't recognize. And there he stood, in front of the mirror. But he wasn't himself. Instead there was that girl from the pictures. Her hair loose down onto her back, her bangs trimmed neatly just high enough to stay out of her face. She was wearing her pyjamas still, a white and yellow spongebob shirt, with white and yellow pyjama pants. He raised his hands to her face, it was soft and free of blemishes. He turned slightly, and curved his back, his, or as it was beginning to set in, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. He was wearing a bra,and, curious, he looked down his pyjama top and inspected it for a tag (For John had never seen a bra before, up close and personal at least, and especially not on himself) and after a few moments found one. It said "34 - D" She inspected her pyjamas tag, but found no specifics and instead a pair of ties, and found they were tied loosely in a neat bow in front of her navel. John went back over to the Newspaper, and read the caption. "Pictured above, and right, is Janet Miller, in the above proudly displaying her regional champ gold medal, and right slamming down the ball into the opposing Belltown Bobcat court, for the winning score of their provincial Semi - final game. The girls are on their way to the champions, and good luck to them!" The date was earlier then the one of the large cup. Apparently, they had won. "Janet." John said to herself, slightly startled by his strong, but definately female voice, "My name is Janet." Now that he knew who he was, what he looked like, and what he could do, Janet leaned against the green marble counter in the middle of her kitchen, and thought what to do...
