Jon made his way back into his bedroom, and stood looking out his window. From here he could see quite the distance down the street.
There were a number of people out, A young couple jogging, An elderly man mowing his lawn, A group of children playing some probably made-up ballgame, and a boy about Jon's age, riding a horse.
In the neighbours garden, a cat was chasing after the birds, and a woman was packing things into her car.
But this morning Jon was in the mood to go for a jog, not being the most in-shape person, he figured this would be like easy exercise.
Pointing his index finger at the male jogger, he said "Give me that body below the neck, and that outfit"
Jon felt a shift in his balance, and his clothes become tighter. Still looking out the window, the joggers had already left his sight.
Stepping back from the window, something was off, he was shorter than he expected to be.
Glancing down, he got his answer. "Crap, I must've been pointing at his girlfriend".
Thinking he should check what he looked like, he made his way to a mirror he kept in the corner.
Seeing himself in the mirror, he couldn't help being turned on. Smooth skin, toned muscles, a pair of perky B-cup breasts, contained in a light blue jogging vest, and a pair of black skin-tight jogging shorts.
His head perched atop the jogger's shoulders, though this didn't sway his interest.
"Well, I shouldn't waste this opportunity" Jon thought, raising a slender hand and cupping one of his breasts.
The sensation was both similar and different, It was like he'd placed his hand on his chest, but there was more sensitivity to it.
