Jon sighed. "I don't learn." Just then, a car pulled up outside his house, and someone got out. He walked into the living room just in time to see his mom let in an oddly familiar girl. She was short and kind of pudgy, with long brown hair in pigtails, and a somewhat cute, if masculine, face.
"Hey, Jon," she said in a voice he knew well; it belonged to one of his best friends. One of his male best friends.
"Trevor?!" he exclaimed, suddenly seeing the resemblance. Her dark red lips widened into a smile that dimpled her cheeks, and she laughed.
"Yeah. How d'you like it?" she asked, touching her breasts through her tank top and lifting up her short skirt (inappropriate, Jon thought, on a girl that fat, even though he felt bad for thinking it) to show a hint of panties. Her feet were in a pair of very high-heeled sandals. "I told you I'd do it one day."
Jon nodded, deciding to just go along with it. "Looks... good, definitely you. Maybe overdid the makeup, though."
She nodded, grinning. "Yeah, I know. It's a dig at all the skanks who dress like they're hot stuff."
What the hell was going on? It was so disconcerting seeing his chubby friend Trevor, or a rather more feminine version of him, looking like that and still using his voice. Was there some easy halfway method of sex change or something? Jon just nodded again. "Makes sense."
"Well, wanna go to the mall? I'm going outside either way, I need a fucking smoke. Meet me outside if you wanna go," she said, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and going back out the door without waiting for an answer.
Did he have a choice? Jon went back to his room to put his shoes on, eager and somewhat horrified to see what else might have changed. If nothing else it was interesting to see a girl like that acting, talking and even sounding like Trevor.
