Mikey started to guide Linda downstairs. He'd make her some breakfast. Wait ... she usually makes me breakfast, doesn't she? He shook his head. That was ridiculous. Why would someone so young make breakfast?
"Okay, Zoe," the instructor said. "Let's see what you can do."
Zoe smiled as she practically bounced onto the dance floor. Then she began to dance, as if she had practiced for hours. And she showed both grace and perfection by the time she was done.
"Very good, Zoe," the instructor praised her.
Zoe smiled again. She couldn't have been happier.
Apparently unnoticed by anyone including herself, Zoe's body had been changing all throughout her dancing. She became shorter, losing inches and years, as her breasts shrunk and her hair was reformed into pigtails. Now, she was still older than the rest of the dancers, but much younger than she was when she entered the dance hall. Maybe around ten years old, about as old as her former little brother Mikey.
Jon stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He sighed, feeling the warm water splashing off of his sweaty body. He needed this, for sure. He grabbed the soap and began scrubbing himself. His arms, his shoulders, his neck, around his breasts ...
He stopped. Breasts?
Jon looked down and suddenly knew that something was very wrong. Then he looked around at his surroundings. Where was he? He pulled the shower's sliding door open and looked into the bathroom. He had never seen it before today, but for some reason, it seemed familiar. Like he had been here many times before.
He looked back down at his breasts. They weren't very big. Maybe a little smaller than a B-cup. But they were definitely women's breasts. He tried to remember how he could have gotten here. He was trying to get to Karyn's house. To tell her about waking up in the park in those exercise clothes. But then he started heading somewhere else.
"That's right," Jon said aloud, remembering. "I was coming back to my apartment."
Wait a minute. My apartment? he thought.
He glanced over to the clock sitting next to the sink. "Crap, I better get going. I don't want to be late for work," he said, before closing the shower door, then continuing to clean up.
Work? Jon didn't work. What was happening?
