Jon found funny this whole story, and started noticing how some live returned to Mikey's eyes. At first, they seemed out of focus, to be looked past Jon, but very quickly Mickey's began to look around as if seeing the room as if he'd never been there before. He took in the furniture, the windows, the carpet and walls. Most of all he took in Jon. Every few seconds his eyes would return to his older brother, and each time the look would be filled with greater admiration, even adoration.
Mickey's looks, too, were changing. Slowly his face began to soften, becoming the face of a cute girl Mickey's age. His hair grew past his shoulders, just as Jon had said, styling in a very modern fashion. The little pot-belly Mickey had held around his middle shrank away, leaving a thin waist, giving him a waif-like build.
Jon continued his fun.
"Mickey, you've matured extremely quickly for your age, but unlike other boys your age, you've matured with feminine qualities. You look like you could be eighteen, and will for many, many years. Your large breasts, round but firm buttocks, big lips and long legs give everyone the impression that you are a sexy woman, even though they all know that you're still Mickey."
Mickey was looking right at Jon, taking in every word as if it were Bible truth. So was his body. Long slender legs sprouted from the short stubby ones he had been sporting. His chest expanded until his shirt burst open, spraying buttons everywhere. His pants looked tight, so tight that Jon figured he'd have to help his brother cut them off later. Succulent lips swelled on Mickey's mouth, giving him the look of a woman that had just left a collagen treatment.
Jon was about to say something else, when...
