It was hard for Jon not to laugh out loud at his burly father's sudden enthusiasm for the latest trends. Seconds ago he couldn't even tell the difference between teal and cerulean, but now could probably name twenty shades in between. Jon watched his dad's rapt attention as the models strutted on the screen.
"Still, at least the models are hot!" the man exclaimed. Well, Jon thought, at least he still has his lecherous side. He wondered just how far he could take things. For his own curiosity, of course.
"Don't be so jealous, pops. You've got just as good a figure as any of those girls - and could probably go toe-to-toe with them on the catwalk."
"You don't have to tell me twice, kiddo," the middle-aged man's head said from atop his suddenly slender body. He still had his height, but his body was slim and toned, his skintight pants showing a feminine figure, the silk blouse now unbuttoned slightly to reveal ample cleavage. His breasts were young and perky, like any 20 year old, but his head was just as it had been. And thanks to Jon's 'toe-to-toe' remark, his shiny designer loafers were now stiletto booties with a 6-inch heel.
"Still," Jon's dad said, "I better head off to bed. Got an early shift tomorrow - the boys on the line don't seem to appreciate that fashion week is coming up."
So, apparently his dad was still a factory worker. He wondered how that worked now. He thought for a moment.
"Dad, why would you work in a factory? You're a dedicated fashion blogger!"
"Of course, son! And I've got to go pick out some clothes for tomorrow," Jon saw that he now had lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara on his face. "There's so many looks to try out. Say, why don't you help my with my 'outfit-of-the-day' video? No offense, but you could use a bit of fashion guidance!"
Jon gulped - had this gone too far? His father seemed more happy and energetic than ever. But he wondered if he should set everything back to normal, or see where things went...
