When Jon awoke, he sat up groggily. What a bizarre dream. Alien abductions? Rezfligs? He needed to stop eating Cheetos before bed. Jon shook his head to clear the sleepiness, when he was hit with a wave of wooziness. When it passed, he felt a dull ache in his sinuses. Oh great he thought, I better not be getting a cold.
After his shower, he felt much better. That was when his mind returned to the wish he'd made. Maybe that's what triggered the dream? It certainly was interesting. And nothing else strange had happened, so hopefully that was it. Jon decided he'd leave the stone safe in its hiding spot for now. There was certainly no shame in having an ordinary, mundane day for once.
After getting dressed, Jon went downstairs and grabbed a pop-tart and a glass of orange juice. His parents were upstairs getting ready for work. Zoe was probably still sleeping, so Jon realized he had the downstairs to himself. He took his breakfast to the living room and turned on the TV, trying to find something interesting to watch.
As he sat, he heard someone trudging down the stairs. He looked up to see his sister, in a black bathrobe and black slippers, sullen as ever even without her goth makeup on. She simply scowled at Jon then continued into the kitchen. Jon shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV. Some network morning show had some feature on about the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. Now this is a nice way to start the day, he thought. He really admired the way those girls showed off their bodies in those skimpy uniforms.
Suddenly, he felt a bit woozy again, but it passed quickly. He gulped some OJ, hoping the vitamin C might help. He definitely didn't need to come down with something right before finals. Seconds later, he heard a strange noise in the kitchen, like heels clicking on the floor. But Zoe was the only one in there... and she'd clearly been wearing slippers.
Jon turned to look and nearly spit out his juice when he saw Zoe walk out of the kitchen, dressed head to toe just like a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. The boots, the white short shorts, the shirt tied just below her breasts. Her body looked the same, but her usual pale complexion was now a sunkissed tan. Her makeup and hair were perfect, though moments ago she looked as though she'd literally rolled out of bed. She smiled brightly at Jon as she passed.
"Can't believe I forgot my pom-pons! I can be such an airhead sometimes," she giggled then shuffled up the stairs. Jon couldn't help but stare at her rear-end, snug in a pair of white booty shorts. Moments later, Jon saw a pair of boots making their way down the stairs. Jon was prepared to see his sister again, but was shocked to see his mother, in the same exact cheerleader outfit. She was carrying a pair of blue and silver pom-pons. She smiled at her son.
"Morning sweetie," she said, clearly unaware that anything was amiss. Jon heard another set of footsteps coming down the stairs. He felt his heart jump into his throat when he saw who it was. His father, in the exact same getup, with makeup, and a tan. But his male body looked quite ridiculous.
"Mornin' kiddo," he said to his son. "Sleep well?"
Jon was beginning to wonder about that supposed dream he'd had...
