Jon walked down the hall of the house, his posture now naturally adopting a seductive sway. He passed Zoe's room, which looked as dark and morbid as ever. Next was Michelle's room, which was filled with comic books, video games, and movies. Michelle was the tomboy of the three, and had a passion for science fiction and other 'geeky' media that concerned Jon. Really, if that girl didn't have that boyfriend of hers, Jon feared she would be a complete hermit.
Finally she came to Linda's room. Linda's room was the most typical for a teenage girl's, with posters of famous actors, a vanity, and the like. Linda was the most like Jon was at her age, a cheerleader and social butterfly. Wait, what am I thinking. At her age? Like me? Something's very wrong here.
Jon's confusion and trepidation evaporated as he spotted what he came for. A pair of glossy black pumps with five inch heels. He practically pounced on the shoes, slipping his feet into them. He paid no heed to the new changes that had been wrought upon his body during the trek down the hall, chiefly that his shoulders and limbs had shrank to fit better with his pelvis and waist, leaving increasingly few parts of his body masculine. Another feature to have changed was his MILF shirt, whose collar had begun to creep downward to expose his collarbone.
As Jon stood, walking around in the heels like he had been doing it all his life, he noticed his reflection in the mirror of Linda's vanity. "Well, that won't do at all..." he said to himself, walking towards it.
