Jon snuck down the stairway and found himself outside the Motel lobby, where a woman stood at the counter leafing through what appeared to be a tabloid magazine. Jon slowly walked into the Lobby, hoping that the woman wouldn't notice him, as she seemed very interested in her tabloid. But after a second look, he recognized the woman... it was his...
"Mom?" Jon said inexplicably. She looked up at him and lowered her magazine. What was she doing working the front desk at this cheap Motel, he thought to himself. But it had been his home not that long ago, what was happening he worried.
"I'm sorry, er... miss?" Jon's mother said to him with no sense of recognition at all. "Can I help you?" Jon needed to get to Karyn's as soon as possible, he would figure out what this deal was later.
"Um, no Mom... uh, Ma'am. I'm fine, thanks." Jon squeaked as he bolted out the front door and decided to run to Karyn's house, as his skirt lifted up and blew adorably around his upper thighs.
"Why was that boy dressed like a Cheerleader?" Jon's mother thought out loud. "At least he shaved his legs... he could have worn some makeup though..."
Jon raced out into the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by a truck as he sped across the road.
"Gettoutta the road Princess!" the angry truck driver spat at him as he drove on down the street. Jon caught his breath as he reached the sidewalk out in front of Mrs. Wilson's house. He decided he didn't want to explain how he was dressed to the Paramedics, and resolved to be more careful as he walked towards Karyn's house. Before he could go very far, someone called his name.
"JON!?" they said as he stopped dead in his tracks.
