The house was empty when Jon walked into the Black household. He was glad of that. All he wanted to do was get into the master bedroom and cry. Truth be told he had been fighting back tears ever since Janet had jogged away from him on the sidewalk. He was feeling very overwhelmed.
First he transforms into his daughter's best friend, next everyone still treats him like Denise Black, who he was sure he had always been.
In the bedroom, what he had always found to be his area of solace, he closed the door behind him and locked it. Then he finally let loose. Sliding to the floor he allowed himself to weep, face in hands, unashamedly. He knew it wouldn't solve anything, but he also knew that there was no sense fighting it. He had always cried very easily. He remembered when he was a girl in high school how he had cried for days when Chip, the basketball player that he had been dating, had been caught with another girl. He remembered crying at his wedding to Roger. He remembered crying at Karyn's birth.
So he cried. And in the end, he felt a little better.
When the tears had abated, he stood and examined himself in the ornate make-up mirror that his mother had left him when she passed. There, staring back at him, was the red-eyed face of Jon, the boy his daughter was always hanging out with. He crossed to the closet and found that all the clothes that normally hung there were now tailored to fit this body. Skirts, pants, blouses, even the lingerie that was in the dresser now was made for the body he now was in, rather than the sexy, feminine one he remembered having earlier that day.
He was in the middle of examining the clothes when he heard the front door open and close. Someone was home. The new Denise Black quickly decided to...
