Ken watched the three children leave, and heard the go up to their rooms. It had been an odd suggestion to make, she thought, but they were all going to be like this now, so they'd better get used to it. She considered what to do for a moment, then set about cleaning up the breakfast dishes. She didn't want to think just yet about the prospect of being a petite housewife for the rest of her life, and having a task to focus on helped her keep her mind off that thought.
The cleanup didn't take very long, though. Weekday breakfasts were simple, and most of the dishes went straight into the dishwasher. After she had finished cleaning up, she pondered what to do next. Normally, this would be the part of the day where he ditched his pajamas for day clothes and did a little reading, but none of Ken's old clothes fit her now, and Tina was taller than her to the point where nothing of hers would work either, so Ken was just wearing the same skirt-and-blouse ensemble she'd slept in, the one that had transformed with her. She sighed. The kids had the right idea; it was time to face the music.
Mikey felt her new breasts, mortified. She'd taken her shirt off for a better look, and...she was quite busty. She didn't completely understand what older boys found attractive in girls, but she knew a lot of them considered the breasts to be an important component, and as near as she could tell, hers were pretty big. The rest of her body was pretty curvy too, except for the snake part; she recalled that that was another thing guys liked. Was she going to have to deal with boys being attracted to her?
She hoped not. It was going to be weird enough being a teenage girl without having to deal with something like that; the note that had given her the mindset of the fifteen-year-old she was now had taught her a lot of things, but she still couldn't understand why anybody would be attracted to girls. She supposed she probably would probably deserve it for getting them into this whole mess, but she hoped she'd be able to avoid the attentions of boys all the same. Maybe the snake part would freak them out enough to keep them away. After all, no normal person would want to be with a monster like her, any more than she wanted to be with a boy.
But why did that thought make her feel so weird? For some reason, the idea of being with a boy made her feel funny inside, a kind of warm and mushy feeling. Like...oh no! Like what some of the kids at school had said being in love was like! Was it...was it too late? Did Mikey actually like boys now? The thought filled her with a mix of revulsion and intrigue, and she tried her best to put that thought out of her mind and focus on something else...anything else.
Zoe was miffed. If she had to be magically transformed into a boy, why couldn't it be an attractive boy? He wasn't ugly or anything, but he was nothing remarkable. Just a plain, average-looking guy who looked pretty much like what Zoe would be if she had been born a boy. Geez, Mikey had become pretty hot, for a half-human monster, and Jon was cute for a little girl, although there was no way to tell what she'd grow up like. Why did Zoe have to be the plain one?
Of course, Zoe wasn't entirely sure being an attractive boy was a good thing. Did he really want the attentions of girls? He wasn't sure. It seemed like he was the same person inside that he'd always been, so theoretically, having the mind of a teenage girl, he should be attracted to boys, right? But...well, even as a girl Zoe hadn't been entirely clear on who or what she was attracted to. The recent sex-change had only made things more confusing. He didn't know what he thought of his own body right now, let alone anybody else's.
This was going to be very strange. Maybe not as strange as it would for Jon and Mikey, but pretty bizarre nonetheless. At least he'd have his family there to help him through this. And Athena, thanks to that wish. He'd be okay, he hoped.
Jon was sitting cross-legged on her dresser, looking into the mirror. She was naked, though she wasn't really sure why she had undressed. She figured it was a way to keep herself from denial, but it probably had just as much to do with her dislike of the little girl's clothes she'd gained in her transformation. For the same reason, she'd undone her pigtails, and her hair now hung straight down to her shoulders. She considered getting it cut, but wouldn't that just make her look more like a little kid?
Not that she could avoid that. Being turned into a girl was bad enough, but it was the idea of being a child again that really bothered Jon. She had the mind of a young adult, she knew everything she had before, but everyone would see her as the adorable little girl she now was. At least her parents were treating her like she was more mature than that, but nobody else would know her for who she was, except Karyn. And with a nine-year age difference, how long could that last?
There were many things about the life ahead of her that intimidated Jon. The thought of going back to school as an eight-year-old girl was one; the thought of growing up into a young woman was another. There was no way around it; she was going to develop into a young lady. She was going to grow breasts and develop a figure. And...well, right now, her body's sexual immaturity left her with no idea what she felt in terms of attractions, but when she went through puberty...was she going to start finding guys attractive? Or was she going to be a lesbian? She had no idea, but either way it was going to be weird.
But the thing that intimidated her the most about growing up again was that by the time she got back to where she had been, Karyn was going to be...twenty-six. When Jon was just finishing high school as a girl, Karyn would long since have graduated, gone to college, and got a job. They were best friends now, but even best friends could grow apart in such circumstances. Jon didn't want that.
Ken stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom. She gently cupped her new breasts; the feeling wasn't particularily erotic or anything, just odd. This was her now: a short, slender woman in her early forties, a bit matronly-looking, but with no physical signs of having given birth to three children. Of course, given that the notes didn't change reality, she really hadn't.
The whole changing-reality thing was a daunting prospect. If Jon was to be believed, they could make it so that the entire world was as if they'd always been this way. That would make it easier to fit back in to society, but did she really want that? Of course, she had no choice. The world would always see her as a woman, the questionwas just whether it would believe that she was the rightful owner of her bank account and other possessions. She wasn't too enthused about going from stay-at-home dad to stay-at-home mom, but it would be much better than being hauled off for identity theft.
She wasn't sure why the idea of being a housewife bothered her, though. It was basically what she'd been doing for thirteen years now, but it somehow felt different. Still, as long as Tina still respected her, she could deal with it.
