Jon woke up the next morning at first thinking nothing had changed.
Then he glanced down at the pink bedspread now covering his bed. And his legs that didn't even reach the end.
He let out a long sigh and hopped to the edge of the bed. He didn't even realize he had changed into a long purple night shirt to sleep in the night before, but now, in the morning, he it was just more evidence of things getting really weird and messed up. Hopping off the bed only re-enforced how much shorter his was, and without his normal wakeup woody, things were definitely off.
On the other side of his bed was a mirror, forcing him to great the morning with this changed body.
He was shorter, that much he knew, with blond hair down to his shoulders. Between the hair and the night shirt that just reached past his knees, he looked like a thirteen year old girl. Even his face looked girlish in the morning light. He wondered vaguely if he remembered to remove the makeup, and then started blushing thinking about the date and Kevin, and the hug, and touching the boy's...
Nope, not thinking about that. His blushing face only reinforced how much of a girl he looked like now. He turned away and looked at the side table with a white lamp and the stone sitting on it. Not when there more important things to think about. Like why he looked so young.
He thought about grabbing the rock and fixing things. It would be easy to wish things back to how they were, or maybe not. Thankfully, it was Saturday and that meant he could spend the weekend trying to fix everything that went wrong.
Jon grabbed the pink robe hanging off his closet door, headed out of his room and to the bathroom. He hoped a hot shower would get him thinking. No one else was up yet, thankfully, and he didn't need to face the rest of his family looking like this.
Once inside, Jon stared at the image in the mirror again, the one that barely stood taller than the sink. Bright eyes started back at him and he let out another sigh before he slipped off the night shirt. Without it on, he didn't look like much a boy or a girl. Trying not to think too much about the pair of panties he tucked around his shrunken dick, he slipped those off too and then turned the shower on its hottest setting.
Waiting for it to warm up, he stared at his dick, which got him thinking about how big his was only the day before, and then how big...
Nope, not thinking about that either.
Jon stepped inside the shower, and let his mind drift. He managed to clean himself like a girl, using some body wash that replaced his soap and even shampooed and conditioned his hair without much thought. It took him longer, but standing beneath the hot water felt great on his body. By the time he was done, he realized his now vaguely smelled of berries and his hair was sopping wet. He shut the shower offer and started to dry off as best as he could. He wrapped his hair in a towel, slipped on his robe and headed back to his room. Down the hall, he could hear his mom moving about, starting her day.
Back in his room, he stopped in front of the mirror to see the young girl again. This time in a purple robe (thank God it wasn't pink) and a towel around her head. He shifted his weight and the image did as well.
"Okay," Jon said, his voice higher than the previous morning. He coughed and tried to lower it, "okay. Let's see if I can fix this." He grabbed the stone and head it in his hand. It was much larger, whereas before he could make a fist around it, now his painted nails barely could hold onto it.
"What to fix first?"
