By the time Jon awoke again, daylight was streaming in through his blinds; the clock by his bedside read: 2:30.
He remembered his nausea the night before and was pleased to notice that he felt much better now (although not 100%). Whatever he had, the worst of it was over. Jon heaved himself out of bed with some awkwardness. Not only were his legs shorter than he remembered, but his center of gravity felt shockingly low. He rebalanced himself and then pulled the blinds aside, letting the daylight flood his room.
Jon instantly found that he didn't actually like daylight; he couldn't believe that he had never noticed it before. Daylight was so disgustingly happy; darkness was much better! It was so much more mysterious and romantic. He could imagine vampires lurking about at night and magic at work.
Jon found that he was also unimpressed by his bedroom. He couldn't believe that he had ever liked most of the stuff that he saw around him. Posters of lame bands and athletes, stupid comic books and a wall-calendar full of swimsuit models who, Jon suddenly noticed, weren't attractive at all; just fake tans and faker boobs.
It was so... conformist! It was like some cookie-cutter room carved out for the most generic teenage boy in the Unites States. Jon wanted to be an individual now, free of all of the stupid constraints of society.
Vaguely Jon began to recall a dream he had had during the night... a delusion, maybe? Something about... nipples?
Making his way over to his mirror, Jon saw that it was not a delusion. In fact, Jon saw, it was even more pronounced now than it had been before. His face now looked positively feminine and the redistribution of fat to his bum and thighs had continued apace. What was more, he seemed at least three inches shorter than he had been yesterday, and his enlarged nipples were now upraised upon two fleshy mounds, which were, unmistakably, small breasts.
The transformation was by no means complete, however. He still looked more masculine that most girls his age, and, if he were dressed-up in his old clothes, he could probably still pass for his old self.
But he didn't feel at all like dressing in his old clothes. They were too boring! He couldn't believe how boring he was!
Well it was time to fix that! Starting with his wardrobe.
His sister Zoe; now she had clothes worth wearing.
No reason I can't have some fun with this. I can always change myself back later, Jon rationalized.
He was not yet prepared to admit that he didn't really want to.
