As soon as Jon crossed the threshold between his bedroom and the hallway, the world seemed to drop out from under him. Everything spun around him at light speed, and he was suddenly consumed by total darkness. Then, just as quickly, everything stopped spinning, and he was back in the hallway.
Everything seemed exactly the same, until he looked down. That's when he noticed that he was no longer wearing the t-shirt and cargo shorts he'd been wearing all day. Instead, he saw the exact same outfit he'd seen his mother wearing that morning.
At least I'm still wearing pants he told himself. The thought did little to calm his fears, though, as they were definitely pants designed for a woman. And so was the underwear he felt underneath. Even a bra hugged his flat chest tightly. And so were the shoes - black pumps just like his mom's. And there was nothing masculine about the satiny purple blouse he was wearing under the blazer. And his face felt a bit different. Am I wearing makeup now, too?
Jon cursed his lack of foresight. Of course, he thought, If everyone treats me like mom, I guess I'd be expected to dress like her, too. With that thought, Jon spun around to face the doorway to his room.
At least, what used to be his room. Now it looked like a spare bedroom, with just a bed and a dresser, sparsely decorated. He went down the hall to his parents's bedroom, nearly tripping in his new shoes, and got yet another shock.
The room looked exactly the same, except there was an extra dresser (and the closet seemed like it was bigger too). And the bed, which had been a king-size, was now even bigger. As though it were built to accommodate three people. Jon would have shuddered at the implications, but was interrupted by Mikey who had just come up the stairs.
"Hi mom," he said cheerfully, "What's for dinner?"
