Friday arrived. It was oddly easy to adjust to his new form. He chose to use women's restrooms and locker rooms, the girls seeming to take his appearence in stride. Jon did enjoy looking at so much naked female flesh, but thoughts of Pete continued to rise to the top of his thoughts. Jon went home and began looking through his closet for something attractive to wear. He couldn't decide. I have nothing to wear Jon thought, as he scanned a closet full of clothes. Is this how girls feel when they say the same thing?
Jon finally chose a black skirt, knee length socks, dark blue blouse and Mary Janes. He looked at himself in the mirror to make sure that he looked all right. He heard his mother's voice from downstairs. "Jon, honey," she called up, "Pete's here to take you on your date."
"Coming, Mom," Jon said and went downstairs.
His mother kissed him and said, "You look great, honey. Have a good time."
Jon met Pete at the door. Pete kissed Jon, saying, "Ready to go, Jon?"
The kiss was all Jon imagined and more. "I'm ready if you are." Jon and Pete held hands as they got into his car and drove off. Jon hoped that the evening would be as wonderful as his first kiss.
