And snap to it he did. His mother's words, his mother's command, was completely irresistible for him. Jon tried to consider fighting her instructions, but the willpower drained out of him as soon as he did. It was obvious that whatever was going on, she was in charge.
Jon had no idea what he was supposed to do, but his body did. In a similar experience to what it was like to be Zoe's wife, his body ran on autopilot while he got ready. The only difference was that a new personality had yet to take over. Instead, it was as if he was trapped in his body, fully aware of what was going on, but unable to stop himself.
First he showered. He walked out of his bedroom, completely naked, body unashamed, down the hallway and into the bathroom. Leaving the door open, he stepped into the tub, drew the plastic see-through shower-curtain, and turned on the water. The feel of the hot water on his breasts was divine, as was the feeling of his soapy fingers washing his sperm off of them. His penis twitched, threatening to become erect as he washed, but he was able to resist, mostly because he had just orgasmed.
Once he was clean, Jon turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He was able to pause his body briefly in front of the mirror to examine what he looked like. His head was normal, as normal as he remembered it. It was the head of a young man, short-cropped hair, bad stubble, minor acne. That's as far as the similarities to his original body went.
From the neck down, everything had changed. Breasts. Huge, round breasts hung off of his chest. A thin waist below that, and wide sexy hips.
His groin held a penis, but not his own. It was huge. Maybe huge wasn't the right word. It was obscene. It hung, flaccid, half-way to his knees. Its girth was thicker than he imagined would be comfortable, even possible, for a woman to take.
Then there were his legs. The mirror only showed a few inches of them, but from what he could see, they were smooth and sexy. The kind of legs that would inspire a ZZ Top song.
Jon's body took over again, turning away from the mirror. He grabbed a towel, padded dry, then walked naked back to his room. Inside, again leaving the door open, he immediately began to dress. First a bra, then panties, a matching pink pair. The panties had a slit in the front that he tucked his huge penis through, allowing it to hang freely.
A tight black microskirt was next, not long enough to cover up the hanging appendage, but tight enough to squeeze it between his legs. This was followed by a tight blue top that was only long enough to come down to just above Jon's belly button.
Then, barefoot, Jon scurried out of his room and bounded down the stairs to where his mother was waiting.
"Mummy!" Jon squealed in his high-pitched voice, "I got ready!"
His mother rolled her eyes at him, "Good for you, boy-toy. Your to-do list is on the counter. I'm going out for a few minutes. When I get back, it had better be done."
Without a futher thought, Jon's mother walked out the door, locking it behind her. Jon paused for a minute, wanting to stop and investigate the world, but again his willpower drained from his mind. He had received an order. There were chores to be done, and it was all on that handy list! He bounded over to the kitchen counter, his huge breasts bouncing as he did, and picked up the piece of paper. After a quick read, Jon decided to start with...
