Taking a deep breath, Jon opened his closet and found, well, what appeared to be his own clothing. He sighed, feeling relief. But it was short-lived. Upon closer inspection, the clothing was different. There were no skirts or dresses, like he feared, but his jeans had been replaced with tight girl's jeans, like something his mom might wear on weekends. And his T-shirts were all colored either black, gray, or dark red. He shook his head, knowing that that part was from Zoe. But he figured he won out. It could have been a lot worse, right?
He ended up wearing a pair of the tight jeans (which did bother him, since they sloped down somewhat around his waist, gripping his still-boyish hips) and a gray T-shirt. It was only then, though, when he realized that the shirt was skin tight. He stared at himself in the mirror, noticing that he almost looked like an emo boy. His hairstyle was all wrong, but with the pale skin and the piercings ... ugh. That stone really messed him up. He wondered what his life was like now at school. Everyone must think that he's some kind of pansy.
"Jon, come down for breakfast," he heard his mom yell upstairs.
He quickly, put his shoes on, which, fortunately, seemed normal enough, then headed downstairs, wondering what he'd find.
