The buzzing of the alarm wrenched Jon from any incredibly kinky dream. Groggy and still half asleep, Jon stretched and reached down to squeeze his morning wood to partially assuage his lingering arousal from the crazy dream. “Whaaa?” Jon gasped when his hand met only his flat crotch and a slender finger slipped into his wet slit and electrified his arousal instead of easing it. “Fuck! It wasn’t a dream,” Jon shrieked in remembrance, bolting upright and looking down at the heavy jiggly tits on display as he tugged his rumpled babydoll nightie back into place. Now he remembered! He remembered finding nothing but extremely girly clothes in his room and reluctantly putting on the confection of a nightie as the easiest solution after a very trying day. But right now his immediate need was to pee and he had to pee now! Fortunately he sort of had his own bathroom, it was a Jack&Jill shared bathroom with the other bedroom but in his moment of need he didn’t consider the ramifications that it was shared with his younger brother Mikey. Clenching, Jon scamper waddled into the bathroom and stood in front of the inconveniently tall toilet momentarily flummoxed with his hands poised futilely. Just then the door from the other bedroom opened and Zoe walked in. Suddenly Jon knew that Zoe was no longer his younger sister, she was his older sister and she now shared the bathroom with him.
“Oh good god Jonnie! Are you pretending at being a guy again. I mean I get it, it would be sort of fun, temporarily at least, but we need to get a move on. Karen is picking me up for school and she agreed, reluctantly I might add, that you could tag along. Just be quiet and remember your place. Be patient, next year is your year to shine, this year you are still a peasant,” Zoe admonished.
Flushing red, Jon turned around and levered his ass up onto the seat, his legs dangling above the floor. Almost before conscious thought, a powerful spray of pee erupted. Jon wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing, having to sit and pee like a girl along with the distinctive sound of a girl peeing, being called out for what to him was perfectly normal behavior, or the fact that Zoe was nearly a head taller than he was and his social better. ‘But my tits are bigger,’ Jon thought smugly.
Jon was mentally thrown when Zoe nonchalantly stripped in front him and stepped into the shower. Without giving Zoe another glance Jon moved to the sink to brush his teeth, he was so short he could only see his head in the mirror from the nose up. Sighing in frustration, Jon looked around and spotted a small stool that was obviously there for him. Moving the stool into place, Jon finished in time to swap with places with Zoe and jump in the shower as she got out.
“Ow! Damn it Jonnie, put your step stool back when you’re done,” Zoe complained bashing her shin on the stool still in front of the sink. “And get a move on,” Zoe yelled closing the door behind her.
Hurrying, Jon slipped on white cotton panties that snugged his crotch so firmly he mentally flinched pulling them on expecting them to crush the balls he no longer had. Situating his huge breasts into a white racerback bra was awkward but strangely fun as well. He wriggled a dark- navy-blue, verging on black, polo shirt into place, pleased with how much his tits stretched it taut and played with how many buttons to leave unbuttoned. Jon added an off-white skirt with wide navy-blue hatching, white ankle socks with little red pom-poms, and pink sparkly tennis shoes. Jon grinned as he flounced and twisted for himself in front of the mirror.
“Let’s go Short Stacked or I leave you behind,” Zoe yelled!
Jon gulped down a glass of milk and a slice of peanut butter toast.
“God you’re an embarrassment, you eat like guy,” Zoe rebuked. “There’s Karen, come now or get left.”
“Are you ready for Strickland's class,” Karen asked Zoe then cupped one hand to the side of her mouth as if it were blocking Jon’s hearing and said sotto voce, “I don’t have a car seat, will your little sister be okay to ride without one?” Knowing full well Jon could hear her.
Jon flushed red as he struggled with the car door handle. After several failed attempts, he finally realized that Karen had not unlocked it. Glaring at Karen, he received an amused smirk in return as she waited several more seconds to pop the lock.
“Jeeze Jonnie, get in the car already!” Zoe scolded.
“Aahhshshsssss!” Jon quietly hissed in frustration trying to get the seat belt positioned so it didn’t smash his breasts.
Jon was simultaneously nervous and excited walking into school. On the one hand he was a smoking hot cheerleader and everyone noticed him, but on the other hand all the boys towered over him and most of the girls. Only a few freshman girls were as petite as he was but none of them had a rack like his. It was both intimidating and exhilarating!
Somehow Jon knew his classes. Fifteen minutes of homeroom announcements and the bell for first period rang, signifying the first mad crush of everyone heading in different directions. Fortunately Jon was already familiar with the school, otherwise his newly diminished stature limiting him to looking at backs and hair would have made it impossible to find his classes in time. Even so, Jon got his butt smacked or pinched four times before he made it to his first class, Computer Science.
Comp-Sci was a small class, only a handful of people took it but today there was only himself and Gregory Ainsworth in class. Gregory was a study in contradictions, he was a straight-A student and a computer wizard, but he looked like he belonged on the football team.
“Where is everyone,” Jon asked cutely and smiled at Gregory. “How’s your special program coming along? You said I could get a demonstration when it was ready.” ‘God it was so easy being a girl,’ Jon thought to himself. ‘All I have to do is smile and give my tits a little extra bounce and great big Gregory is putty in my hands.’
“Yeah I go it working but it was a bad idea, I think I need to purge its existence, “ Gregory said shyly.
“Well I’m pretty good with computers too. Maybe not in your class but at least let me see what it can do,” Jon said sweetly, reveling in his new found vamping ability as he pushed out his huge tits, fluttered his lashes, and slowly licked his lips. Jon’s tease was so successful he giggled to see the sudden bulge in Gregory’s pants.
Gregory’s sense of propriety was overwhelmed by a tsunami of sexual desire. He wanted Jonnie, he wanted her now and he had the means to take her at his finger tips, but it would be wrong!
Intoxicated with his power to be a cock tease, Jon couldn’t leave bad enough alone and wiggled over to Gregory’s terminal and saucily bent over Gregory’s keyboard while unnecessarily going up on his toes, sticking his short skirted ass practically in Gregory’s face and said, “CMPL … Is this it,” as he listed out the current directory programs.
“Uh … yes,” Gregory barely whispered out as he struggled to keep from grabbing Jonnie’s ass.
Jon invoked the program expecting that it was some kind of custom compiler but his real goal was to drive Gregory crazy. The program responded with a simple prompt of NAME: ? So without thinking, he typed JON. After a second or two the screen blanked then filled with what initially looked like a two dimensional color barcode pattern with JON sprinkled about, but every time he moved his focus to his name it seemed to slip away. Again and again he shifted his focus to a spot on the complex barcode that had his name only to find it slipping away every time.
Gregory thought it odd that Jonnie had typed JON as her name into his compel program but apparently it worked because Jonnie was frozen staring at the screen. Still telling himself it was wrong, Gregory counter quibbled it would just be a test and said, “JON, when you hear the phrase Do what I say, not what I do, for the next ten seconds you will accept commands starting with JON. Afterward you will have no conscious memory of hearing the command.” Gregory figured that was easy to remember but not something to be accidentally encountered. ‘Well it’s done now,’ Gregory thought, reaching around the still frozen hot little Jonnie and canceling the running program.
Jon was momentarily confused. ‘Why am I looking at a blank screen? Oh yeah, Gregory was going to show me his program.’ “So are you going to show me your program?”
“No, I gave up on it,” Gregory said.
Jon noticed that Gregory had an odd glint in his eye. ‘Probably because I’m making him frustrated and flustered,’ Jon smiled smugly.
