Zoe got up a bit earlier than usual, excited for the morning. She was in the bathroom when Jon's alarm went off and he got out of bed. She went back to room and passed him in the hall with his towel around his waist. She took a detour into his room and took his dirty clothing, planning to put it under her bed with the rest of his boxers. She didn't want Jon finding anything in the laundry hamper until he got home tonight. She also knocked the stone behind his desk. She went back to her room and started to get ready for her day. Her heart rate increased a bit when the shower stopped running and she heard Jon go to his room. She was putting on her makeup when she heard a lot of pacing in Jon's room. Sounds like it happened. Smirking, she went down the hall and knocked on the door, "Jon, you OK in there?" she asked as she came into the room.
Jon woke up and got out of bed. After a bit of a stretch, he took off his clothing from last night and got his towel from behind the door. Wrapping it around his waist, he opened his door and went down the hall. Zoe was going back to her room and seemed to give him a once over. Feeling a little weirded out, he got to the bathroom and locked the door. He put his towel on the hook and did a little flexing before peeing. He got in the shower, waking himself up. After a couple minutes, since he didn't give himself much time in the morning, he dried off and went back to his room. He grabbed some shorts, boxers and a t-shirt from his dresser. Some new boxers, guess his mom went shopping recently. They did look a little familiar. He was thinking about it while he put them on. They didn't fit very well, but that should change soon. Jon put on his shirt and felt hips changing, like they were getting pulled out in a bunch of directions. It affected his walking, now his hips were swaying. That's not right. What also wasn't right was the fact that the front was getting looser. He looked town and pulled out the band of the boxers, to see his penis retreat into his groin, leaving nothing but hair from this angle. "What the fuck?" murmured Jon in shock. He pulled down the boxers and looked at the damage. He couldn't see much, so he felt around. All he felt was a slit that he could part. He pulled his hand back quickly and started to pace, then stopped pacing because of the weirdness of his hips. He wished that any clothing he wore would fit. So, based on the jeans yesterday and the boxers today, it was that his body would change to the clothes, not the other way around. He found he was pacing again before he finished his thought process. He went back to the boxers and looked at the tag. Women's medium? How could this happen? He decided he would just wear the boxers from last night, but couldn't find them. He went back to the dresser and saw the other options were also women's medium. The stone! He went to his desk and didn't see it where he left it last night. He looked around the desk, then under the desk. He was looking under the bed, with his ass exposed to the world when he heard the door opening with his sister asking "Jon, you OK in there?"
