It wasn't just the change in Jon's body that had thrown him for a loop, Jon's behaviour was altered as well. Just as he had discovered while he and Zoe, his new husband, had been... intimate... if Jon didn't concentrate, he began to act strangely, as if there was nothing strange happening, as if he and Zoe had always been a loving, sexually active, married couple.
Just as Zoe had suggested Jon had taken a shower. The water was hot and relaxing. He let the stress of his current situation wash off of his skin as he rubbed his body with the scented body wash in the tub. Noticing that his face has spouted a bit of stubble, he grabbed the pink razor on the soap dish and gave his face a quick shave, followed by his arm pits, legs, and his pubic hairs. Placing the razor back, he giggled at the thought of Zoe's face when she would see his privates shorn clean.
It was only after he turned the water off that Jon realized how he'd been behaving. And that wasn't the only time.
After he'd finished dressing (in a form-fitting flower print dress) Jon had been shocked to see younger, teenage versions of his parents, Linda and Richard, come down the stairs to breakfast. Only they weren't exactly teenage versions of his parents.
Richard's long flowing black skirt hugged his thin waist well, while his tight, black, low-cut top showed off his bare, flat chest. Linda's Aerosmith t-shirt didn't disguise her large, unencased chest, and her jean shorts did nothing to hide the large package she held within. Jon was so shocked that he instantly lost concentration.
"Richard," Jon said, rolling his eyes, "Do you have to be so dark? Would it kill you to pick some brighter colours for a change?"
"God mom," Richard whined, "Just because I don't live in Barbie's dreamhouse doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me!"
"Don't talk back to your mother," Zoe snapped, walking into the room.
"Thanks for ganging up on me, dad!" Richard yelled, storming out of the room, "You two are the worst!"
Linda sighed, but kept her head down, eating her cereal. Zoe, on the other hand, walked over and pulled Jon into a deep kiss, squeezing his round behind.
"Teenagers," Zoe said, coming up for air, "Don't you let her bother your pretty little head. She's just hormonal. You just focus on what's important, the house, dinner, and me. I'll drop her off at school on my way to the office and have a talk with her."
Jon giggled again. His husband was such a strong leader, such a good head of the household. How had he gotten so lucky?
It was only after Zoe walked out of the room, leaving Jon alone with Linda, that he, once again, realized how he was behaving.
