Surveying the mess in his room, Jon stood up from his bed and reached towards the discarded clothes he'd dropped haphazardly on the floor. He turned back to the bed and noticed the large stain on the bedsheets. With a typically teenage grunt of annoyance, Jon removed the sheet from his bed and bundled it up with the rest of the clothes.
As Jon voyaged down to the laundry to deposit the refuse, he somewhat expected things would feel different. Not that having a pair of large breasts gently bouncing as he walked, the sway of his larger hips or the lack of a dangling piece of flesh between his legs wasn't different enough, He just couldn't put his finger on it, setting those aside; "being female" wasn't really much different to being male. Once he dumped his clothes into the laundry, Jon headed back upstairs, he did notice one thing that was particularly different the moment. His thighs, as well as his hands, were both sticky. Jon smiled as he realized he probably should take a shower.
Showering was quite a unique experience for Jon, not that he didn't do it before as a guy, but this time, there was much more exposed erogenous flesh. Already naked, Jon headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him, he turned the water on nice and hot like he normally used, flicked on the pulse setting and stepped into the shower. It took less than a second for Jon to leap back out of the shower, flicking water everywhere after the high pressure water hit his new breasts. Jon didn't realize how sensitive his breasts were, and by extension didn't realize how painful having high pressure water hitting them could be. Jon changed the shower setting back and climbed in again, letting the water cascade down his soft shoulders and firm ass.
Jon grabbed Zoe's loofah from the handrail and started soaping up, gently massaging his shapely body, admiring how good a condition Zoe had kept it in. Despite having adopted a Goth lifestyle, Zoe kept her body in great shape; there was no trace of baby fat or cellulite anywhere. Her muscles were toned and firm, nowhere near as much as an athlete but still clear enough that she kept herself in shape. Adding to that, the skin care that Zoe applied to herself, she didn't have a single tattoo anywhere on her body, or even a piercing of any sort, and it was perfect. Almost like Zoe wasn't really a Goth but merely paying lip service to the clique.
Jon rubbed the loofah over his body, enjoying the feeling of the felt as it rubbed over his supple form. As water pelted down on his soft skin, stimulating his breasts much like his own ministrations had before, with his nipples starting to harden again. Jon enjoyed the water trickling down his breasts. Once finishing with his upper body, he made his way down to his legs.
Jon had to admit, he wasn't quite sure how to take care of the female equipment between his legs, but he didn't really care as he caressed and rubbed the cloth over his still tender womanhood. The loofah tickling just enough of the right spots to make a moan pass from Jon's lips. Obviously he was cleaning himself wrong, he never heard Zoe moan in the shower before, but then again he didn't exactly listen in on her anyway. Arousal was close enough in the back of his mind to tease him into playing with himself, but Jon chose not to and continued cleaning.
It was strange, as he continued to clean his petite body; he realized that it didn't feel alien to him anymore. From the shapely feminine legs, to the void in his crotch, to the large mounds of flesh hanging off his chest, nothing really felt out of place anymore. Jon knew it wasn't his body, but wouldn't mind using it for longer if he was so inclined. Jon finished off the shower and climbed out, savouring the feeling of the soft towel against his body. Jon finished by wrapping the towel around his waist and heading back to his bedroom to get changed.
When Jon got to his bedroom, he headed over to the dresser where he kept the stone "“ and more importantly his underpants. Opening the draw, Jon found himself surprised by what was inside. Instead of his boxers, briefs and the stone, he now found the drawer filled with panties, of varying cuts and colours "“ although still mostly black and dark colours. The stone was still sitting clearly among the pile of underpants undisturbed from where he left it. Jon closed the top drawer and opened the 2nd one, finding nothing but bras, in a same colour and distribution as the panties from the drawer above.
It was a little unusual, the wish Jon specified was to swap items he pointed at, but this obviously swapped his entire wardrobe between himself and his sister when he cast the spell. Jon wondered how else the swapping spell may act under certain circumstances, shrugging it off. Jon decided what clothes to wear; he was hard torn between picking something similar to what he had before or being more adventurous.
Jon decided that Zoe was a poor role model for how dress, considering her current lifestyle choice, so Jon chose to dress himself the way he'd like to see a woman dressed. Rummaging through the panties and bras available, Jon picked two dark red ones of a matching colour. Slipping them on, Jon adjusted them both to fit perfectly on his body. He admired the smooth look of his crotch against the panties, completely flat. After taking a second to adjust his breasts in their cups, he walked over to the cupboard to find some clothes to wear.
Jon noticed an immediate drawback to his decision as he slipped on a white Depeche Mode t-shirt, the red colour of his bra clearly stood out against the shirt. Jon threw it off in mild annoyance and rummaged around for another one, finally picking a black t-shirt with 3quarter length sleeves "“ although now they were almost full sleeves, the cuffs practically covering his arms up to their knuckles. Jon rolled the sleeves up a bit and grabbed a pair of jeans and pants from his cupboard, closing the door with a kick.
After some substantial effort Jon managed to get the jeans up his legs and fastened around his waist with a belt, the pants looked comically large on his small form and his feet barely even escaped the cuffs. Jon knelt down and rolled the cuffs up to give him the ability to walk without tripping again.
Not bothering with getting any shoes (Jon wasn't really planning on going anywhere anyway) Jon went outside and started down the hall, stopping outside Zoe's room. The door was still partly ajar where Zoe left it this morning. Jon peeked inside and confirmed Zoe had not come home since he'd fallen asleep earlier, before entering himself. Jon flicked on the light and looked around.
Zoe's room didn't seem that much different to how it used to be, however there were some pairs of discarded male boxers kicked near the head of her bed. Jon walked over to her dressing table and pulled the drawer open, confirming what he already suspected. Inside the drawer, all his underpants, boxers and even his swimmers were all there, as if he'd packed the drawers themselves. Jon shut the drawer and walked away, glancing himself in the mirror as he headed to the door.
He saw himself dressed in oversized clothes, reflecting back at himself in the mirror, glancing down, Jon saw Zoe's dresser, still filled but no with a mix of his clothes and hers, and had a thought; Why not go all the way?
