At dinner, everyone hardly spoke of it. Jon knew that he must have discussed something with his parents before, in this reality.
Zoe made a comment, though. "By the way, Jon, if you want to borrow one of my panties, you can." His dad seemed to think it over and then said "Hmm, I'll leave it up to Jon."
"I don't want to wear panties!"
"You're a girl now," said Zoe. "You just look like a guy."
"I'm still me, Zoe. And nobody will notice the difference. Look, everyone, just forget it, okay? I'm fine, I'm still me, and the only thing different is that I'm not going to be having any wet dreams, okay?"
Mikey looked at him. "What's a wet..."
"Don't ask," said their mother firmly. "And Jon, we're not going to talk about it right now."
Jon waited that night for his mother or father to come into his room and force him to do something feminine--wear panties or whatever. It didn't happen, though. He locked his door and went for his porn stash, a collection of both magazines and printouts from the Internet. It was impossible to get hard, needless to say, and he kept trying not to think about having a vagina. Trying not to think about it only made him think about it more. Jon couldn't help but imagine that if he were to have sex in his current state he'd be in the position of one of the models in the magazine and a guy would be thrusting into him, not the other way around.
Trying to get the image out of his head he quickly flipped through his stack until he found a picture of two lesbians, or at least of two girls playing at being lesbians. He picked up the stone, said "I wish I have a dildo", and a big pink plastic one appeared in his hand. He pushed it into his vagina, not even sure if he was using it properly, then felt around his genitals, touching his clitoris. Eventually Jon brought himself to orgasm, while trying to think only of the lesbians and not of men and not really succeeding. It felt different, more spread out, longer-lasting and he knew the experiment was at least that much of a success.
