There's nothing to say, Jon realized. It's just how it is.
He walked back to the bedroom he woke up in, slid the robe off his shoulders and let it fall, absently noting its color. His boxers were next, and he replaced them with a pair of white panties. A white bra was next; he fastened it with minimal fumbling. They weren't his but they fit anyway, despite being made for a body rather unlike his. He pulled a dress out of the closet, a white dress with a faint lace pattern and straps that fit over his shoulders and felt as if it were made for him. It hung down to his mid-thighs, and he smiled as he looked in the mirror, giving a quick once-over and spin.
Jon walked into the room that was his, placing a hand on the sleeping form in his bed and gently shaking. "Mom? Time to wake up, honey," he said, the last word slipping out unintentionally. His mother responded with a groan, and he shook her again. "Come on now, it's time to get up. I know there's no school today but we have things to do."
After a few more requests, his mom was up, grumbling and pulling her nightgown over her head. He respectfully looked away, smiling at a job well done and a day going just as planned, and went to wake up his dad.
