By the time he went to bed, Jason had mostly forgotten about his new feet and shoes; as much as it could be forgotten, anyway. He unstrapped the shoes and got into bed, tired enough to fall right to sleep for the first time in ages. His family hadn't left him alone for a moment.
Jason dreamed.
"...And that is how you solve for X. Would someone like to come up and demonstrate what they've just learned?" the teacher asked, scanning the room. "How about you, Mr. Gerard?" Her eyes centered on Jason, and she uttered a sharp gasp. "Why are you in your underwear?"
As the class's attention was turned to him, he realized with a shock that he was in his underwear. His bra and panties were exposed to the class! He looked down at himself, at his enormous ass barely fitting in the chair meant for a seventh grader, cleavage on display, slender feminine body, and he just stuttered in a woman's voice, "I-I don't know, b-b-but there's..."
"No buts, young man. Go to the principal's office, no stopping at your locker on the way!" the teacher yelled, pointing to the door. But as he rose from his seat, Jason sat up in bed, panting and blushing. His pants were wet.
