Jon dismissed the nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen; worrying wasn't going to change anything. Besides, he had to get ready for school; the last thing he wanted was to be late and face another detention. He winced in the memory of his last punishment at school.
He swung his legs out of bed and wiggled his toes on the red shag carpet as he did every morning. He was glad that his parents had given him such a big room when they had renovated the house. The room perfectly fit everything he wanted: his giant, heart-shaped bed, the full ceiling mirror, the huge walk-in closet, the ensuite, even the jacuzzi.
Slipping on his pink high-heeled slippers, he stood up and walked across the room to his mirror. He was always sad to lose the feeling of the carpet on his soft, manicured feet, but he knew if he didn't wear his heels he'd get cramps. A sigh escaped his lips. All part of growing up.
Jon decided to get ready for school before he had breakfast, but wanted a quick snack. Something sweet. He pulled the dildo out of his top drawer and dipped it in his jar of honey, as he had often done before. Then, slipping the dildo into his mouth, he licked it clean, shoving it in and out, not stopping until it was clean as a whistle. He kissed its tip before replacing it in its hiding spot, glad that he had found it on discount at the local sex shop. Who knew they had such awesome stuff there?
Jon liked his showers hot, so the ensuite steamed up quickly during his shower. He went through his normal routine: washing and conditioning his long golden hair, shaving his legs, armpits and pubes, washing with his loufa. He always liked the feeling of the loufa on his skin, the way it scratched away any dead skin, leaving it soft and smooth. It made him feel manly.
When he was done Jon towelled himself dry, and padded back to his closet. The closet was huge, bigger than his parent's bedroom. Really, it was a whole wing to the house, but Jon needed it. He was such a clothes horse!
Walking past the first three rooms of clothes, Jon picked the fourth, the one that held his more adventurous outfits. He didn't know why, but that morning he was feeling kind of spicy. The door swung open and he walked down row after row of clothing until he found what he was looking for. He made sure to grab the shoes from the floor and the bag of accessories (if he had to make multiple trips into the closet, he was likely to be late) and headed back to his bedroom.
Waiting for him was, as always, his sister Zoe. She was in he maid's outfit, ready to serve.
"Hurry up, Jon," she said, just finishing making his bed, "You don't want to be late. Remember what happened last time?"
He handed her the outfit and allowed her to get to work. She slid the panties up his legs, followed by the knee high socks. Then she got him to step into the black pleated skirt. He was glad to step into the extremely high heeled Chuck Tailors, as his legs were starting to cramp. His bra stuffed with breast forms was next, then the black and white striped t-shirt which showed plenty of his new cleavage.
His "sexy referee" costume was almost complete. Usually he didn't want to go for the jock look, but he loved the top, he way it showed his arms off, it made him feel tough.
Zoe dropped a whistle on a string around his neck and down his cleavage then got to work on his braids. Knowing that this was his cue, Jon sat down at his dresser and worked on his make-up. Foundation, eye-shadow, blush, lipstick, he'd done it so many times before he didn't have to think about it. He did add a little extra eye-liner that day, though, to make his eyes pop.
As Zoe and he finished his look for the day, noting that the clock still said that there was plenty of time to get to school on time, Jon paused to have another dildo of honey and briefly wonder what his wish would do.
