Jon swallowed as he looked at himself in the mirror. As he had feared, the clothes he had spotted were indeed meant for him; they all even fitted him perfectly.
His new attire consisted of the evening gown he spotted, which was hot pink and strapless, covering everything from his chest down to his ankles with a large slit up the side, showing off his legs. Underneath, he was wearing the panties his mother had given him plus a matching strapless bra, along with some brown pantyhose that clung to his legs. On his feet were a pair of four-inch stiletto heels, the same pink as the dress. A pair of white opera gloves covered his arms up past his elbow, and a tiny jewelled evening bag hung from his shoulder. A pearl necklace was placed around his neck, with some matching earrings and even a diamond tiara had been placed on his head. His mother finished the job by spritzing him with some of her perfume.
"Well, don't you look beautiful?" she taunted mercilessly. "I'm sure all the boys would simply love to take you to the prom!" Jon heard the sound of a car pulling up, as his mother grinned menacingly. "Oh, that must be your father!" She leaned in close. "Don't you dare move, boy..." she growled, before quickly heading downstairs.
