While none of his choices seemed very appealing, Jon eventually went with the gray shirt that said "MILF" on it. It was obviously a woman's tee and Jon knew very well what it meant, unlike the other shirts he could always claim ignorance at the shirt's meaning if he was caught wearing it. Besides, he only needed time enough to make it upstairs where he could change out of it. Jon briefly considered going shirtless, but Jon quickly dismissed the notion as absurd. That would be downright indecent.
Jon opened the laundry room door to find his sister Zoe waiting impatiently on the other side. Zoe was a few years younger than Jon, and had whole heartedly embraced the Goth subculture. As such, it was quite common to find her brooding or in a similarly bad mood, and this time was no exception.
"Took you long enough," Zoe remarked grumpily. "Everyone's in the car but you by now. Way to keep us all waiting."
"Sorry I took so long, but I'm ready now, dear." Jon replied impulsively. Wait, did I just call Zoe dear? he wondered to himself, straightening the hem of his shirt.
Zoe opened her mouth to make some snarky remark when her eyes zeroed in on Jon's chest. For a moment he thought she had noticed the words on his shirt and was about to ridicule her brother for wearing what was clearly not a boy's shirt, but to his surprise she seemed fixated on something else. "Oh my god, you're not wearing a bra!"
Jon was caught completely off guard by the comment "Hm?" was all he could manage.
"Oh god, I can totally see your nipples. There is no way you're going out in public like that!"
"Now don't be silly dear, I don't need a bra," Jon said, trying to brush off such a weird statement. Did I just call her dear again?
"Like hell you don't!" Zoe said, grabbing Jon and directing him rather forcefully up the stairs. Jon briefly hoped this was all some sort of joke and Zoe was really taking up to his room to finally let him change, but to his dismay she took him right past his bedroom to the master bedroom. "Alright, you took forever in that laundry room, you can take a few minutes to put on a bra! I swear, ever since dad left, you are just the worst."
Jon tried to protest, but before he could get the word in Zoe had shoved him into the master bedroom and shut the door. Still not entirely sure what was going on, Jon turned to look around the master bedroom, trying to figure out what was going on. Though really, if he was being honest with himself, he already knew what was.
