"What are you talking about?" Jon asked, getting frustrated. What did they think was wrong with him? As far as he could tell, he was perfectly normal.
"Jon, you're wearing girl's clothes! is that a bra strap too?" his mom asked.
Jon looked down and saw that she was right. He was wearing girl's clothes. But what was different about that? Jon was a crossdresser, Maybe that's why he felt such a connection with the new neighbors, they were different too.
"Mom, you know I'm a crossdresser. Are we gonna fight about this again? I thought we were passed this" Jon asked.
His mom suddenly looked startled, then confused. "What are you talking about? Since when do you like wearing skirts and bras?" She looked down at her son's mini-skirt, noticing that Jon was a boxer person "and panties". How could her son be fine with going outside like that?
"Come on, Mom," Jon said. "You know I realized I wanted to be like the girls since middle school."
"Oh man," Zoe said, still laughing a little. "This is even better. When everyone finds out that you're fucking nuts ..."
"Zoe, hush!" her mom yelled, glaring at her.
Zoe rolled her eyes, then said "Whatever. I'm outta here." She walked past Jon, giggling at Jon's outfit, then left the house.
"You are in some major trouble, young man," Jon's mom said.
He couldn't believe it. He had been crossdressering for almost four years, and while it was something that his family had to get used to, he had never gotten into trouble for it. At least, not until now. What had happened? Did everyone's memories get erased or changed? What could do something like ...
The stone! Jon thought. Someone must have gotten their hands on it while he was visiting the new neighbors. They used it to alter everyone's memories, except for his own. Now everyone's forgotten that he's a crossdresser. But who could have used the stone?
