By the time Jon reached his home, there was very little male about his form, and he didn't like it.
His breasts kept jiggling around, and he felt nearly naked in the short top and skirt.
He rang his doorbell, looking at his hand for a long moment. His mother answered the door. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," Jon said when she clearly didn't recognize him. "Umm...is your son at home? I know him from school."
His mother looked at him suspiciously. "He's left for school already," she said. "Who are you, exactly?"
"I..." Jon tried to think of a plausible lie. He couldn't see exactly how he looked right now, but if the view matched what he saw so far, looking down, he was way out of his own league. His mother would never believe she was his new girlfriend.
Finally, at a loss, he blurted out...
