Jon's heart started to pound. He couldn't let his mother see him like this!
Jon desperately started rummaging for some clothes that would fit. To his chagrin, his normal underwear didn't fit him at all - it was too loose around the waist, embarrassingly baggy in the crotch, and so tight in the back that it kept riding up between his feminine ass cheeks. The only underwear that fit him was his the thong that Karyn had wished up, and it still fit perfectly. Jon managed to find a t-shirt that, while baggy, covered up his tanlines and nipple rings reasonably well. He ran into trouble trying to find pants, though.
All of the pants he owned had the same problems as his underwear - they were too baggy in the front, a fact that was emphasized by their loose waistbands, and too tight in the butt. On top of that, they were all far too long. Jon tried putting on a pair of old sweatpants, but he couldn't pull the string tight enough. He was contemplating raiding his sister's bedroom for something to wear when he heard his mother knocking on his door.
Panicked, Jon jumped into his bed and moaned "What is it?"
Jon's mom said "Jon, are you feeling alright? You didn't answer me."
An idea popped into Jon's head. "No, I'm feeling really sick, Mom. Karyn went home."
Jon's mother peeked in the door, and saw Jon lying in his bed, looking strangely small, and with his face covered in a sheen of sweat. "Oh dear," she said, walking over to him, "you look terrible!"
Jon's mom sat down on the bed next to Jon. He was glad that, even though his enlarged butt was pushing his crotch up really high, his penis was so tiny that his raging hard-on didn't even make a tent in the bed cover. Jon's mom put her hand on his forehead and said "Well, you don't feel too hot, but maybe we should take you to see the doctor anyways."
"No!" Jon blurted, sitting up slightly.
His mother gave him a strange look, and said "Is there anything we need to talk about, Jon?"
"Umm, no..." said Jon.
His mother looked at him strangely, and said "Well, I'll be downstairs if you think of anything." She got up and left Jon's room, closing the door behind her.
"That was strange," thought Jon. He looked down and noticed that the collar of his t-shirt had fallen down over his shoulder, revealing the pale bikini tan-line running up from his chest.
"Oh shit!" Jon thought, "she must have seen that! I have to get Karyn to change me back as soon as possible."
Jon called Karyn's cell phone again. Luckily, she answered this time.
"Hello?"
"Listen, Karyn," said Jon, "you've got to change me back! I look like a freak, and I think my mom already suspects something funny is going on. I can't even leave my room, and I'm so turned on I can hardly think straight!"
Karyn giggled and said "I'm so sorry, Jon, I didn't mean to leave you like that - I just realized that I was already late for this babysitting job, and I got in trouble for it. I can't afford to lose any more babysitting jobs!"
"Fine, but when can you change me back?" Jon asked.
Karyn replied, "I'm sitting at the Wong's late tonight, so I can't come over - but I guess you need to change back before school. Can you come over here after 8:00? The kids will be in bed then, so I can fix you up."
Jon sighed. How was he going to get all the way over there when he couldn't even find clothes to wear? "Fine, I'll figure something out. See you later."
He hung up, and peeked out his door to make sure the coast was clear. Moving as quickly and quietly as he could, he dashed across the hall and ducked into his sister, Zoe's, bedroom to steal some clothes.
