Jon entered his bedroom, which looked like it belonged to a teenage girl a lot more than a teenage boy, then headed to his closet. After opening it, he paused, forgetting why he was there for a moment. He had this strange thought that he wanted to change his shirt, but there didn't really seem to be anything wrong with the one he was wearing, and the message on it was a good one. More than anything, he wanted guys to keep their eyes level with his and not on his chest. Boys could be such perverts sometimes.
But then the reason for coming to his bedroom came to him. He needed to change his pants. Jeans were fine, but this was a party. So he discarded the jeans he was wearing and then donned a denim miniskirt from his closet. He paused for a moment, thinking that there was something odd about this, but he had worn miniskirts before, right? He shook his head, then left his bedroom to go back to the party, not realizing that his tiny breasts had gotten a little bigger by then.
