Jon saw that he was wearing a girl's nightgown. He quickly took it off. As he stood therem nude, he wondered how he had gotten one of those. Did he wish for something in the night? But what was it? He looked in his closet, then in his dresser. All he had were girl's clothes. None of his old clothes remained. Skirts, dresses, panties. Even his shoes had been replaced with girl's versions.
"Jon, dear, come eat your breakfast before it get's cold," he heard his mother call up.
"I'm almost done dressing," he called back down.
"Good," called his mother. "And wear something decently feminine today. You're not going out dressed like a tramp again."
Decently feminine, Jon thought. Dress like a tramp? He did indeed have some pretty slutty clothes in his closet. Since people who did not hear the wish thought the changes were normal, whatever he had wished must have made him wearing girl's clothes must seem normal. Jon picked out a plain, white blouse, a denim skirt, red panties (putting those on gave him a hard on), and girls tennis shoes. Something plain couldn't get him in trouble. He came down the stairs.
"Much better than yesterday, dear," said his mother. "Now eat your breakfast. You don't want to be late for scool."
