The clock on the bathroom counter ticked up and Jon stood before the frosty mirror one hand outstretched to wipe it clear.
But his mother would kill him if there were streaks on the mirror and she had to clean it. Ugh so maybe not. Taking a quick look around there were a few things different. A few extra makeup bottles on the counter, and a few more brushes. Even another towel, draped over the towel rack.
Seeing as the mirror was not an option Jon looked down and damn. His boobs certainly weren’t b-cups anymore. If he had to hasten a guess they were c-cups… He wasn’t sure how he knew that but it felt right.
Further, his stomach was lightly toned as his waist came in tighter than before. And his hips, well, they were much wider. If he looked in the mirror he wouldn’t look like an average girl anymore. And his ass, it was much bigger, plumper, and not terribly fatty either. No wonder it didn’t hurt when he hit the floor.
And right on his waist, just above his rear was a tattoo. It appeared to depict a woman fondling the boobs of another woman. It made him feel warm. Why would she get su-
Why would HE get such a tattoo? Not that it was bad really. It was actually pretty hot. Just like his body. Just like these jugs and–
He moaned, he actually moaned. It felt so good just touching them that he started fondling them. Maybe being hot wasn’t bad. His smooth stomach felt good, especially as his nails ran down it.
It especially felt– He moaned again. He shouldn’t be doing this. He had somehow ended up on the floor one hand in his snatch and the other rubbing his plump tits.
He ran his hand back and forth over them. His boobs. Occasionally pinching one of his nipples while his other hand pulled out and quickly slid back into his cunt. His cunt. He had a cunt. For some reason, he forgot about it. How could he, especially when just last night Laura’s tongue had plunged in and out as well.
He coasted on that thought, of Laura on top of him, him on top of Laura as he continued his ministrations-
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Shit! Jon quickly stood up, stumbling a bit as blood rushed out of his head and his now weak legs trembled. Feeling frustrated at having been denied completion he scoured the room for the incessant beeping. Brushing the hair out of his eyes he saw it. An alarm with a note attached.
*This is your 10-minute warning for the bus arriving, time to get out of the shower. I got this for you after you missed the bus last week. I get that Laura wasn’t quite ready for third base but just because you almost got caught by her mother and we’re ‘blue balled’ as you said. Doesn’t mean it's a good idea to masturbate in the shower until the bus has left and you’re late. Seriously, you’re kinda dumb sometimes.
–Love, Zoe
P.S. I’m not telling mom but you should probably throw away this note before she finds it.*
What! Oh shit! He was going to be late for the bus and apparently he and Zoe were close enough to talk about his girlfriend and… sex.
That was not good. The idea of discussing such a thing with her made him feel sick. Not that it mattered. He was going to be late for the bus, he didn’t manage to shower, and now he had arousal streaming down his legs.
Swinging the door open he ran past the almost demisted mirror. His boobs bounced way more than what he was comfortable with. He ran down the hallway, past Zoe’s partially opened door, where a large thump and, “Fuck”, could clearly be heard as Zoe rushed to get ready as well.
He opened his door, ran over to the dresser, hair getting in his face again, and opened a drawer. And another, and another. They were all empty. Every single one. Not even a pair of underwear.
Perhaps sensing the commotion a voice called out from downstairs, her mother. HIS mother. HIS mother. “If you’re looking for your clothes I put them in the wash. But you said you put out an outfit for today on your make stand.”
Makeup stand!? Holy shit he had a makeup stand. And wow, so many different products. He would have to check it out later. Wait, there wasn’t an outfit here. How could he put an outfit on his makeup stand if he didn’t even have one the night before?
“Umm mom,” Jen called out. No Jon called out. He was standing leaning over the balcony, his breasts hanging over, nipples getting hard in the cold air. “It’s not there.”
“Well, that’s your problem sweetheart. I told you I was going to do a laundry load on all your clothes because you refuse to put them in the dirty clothes basket and leave it lying all over the floor. How am I supposed to know what’s dirty or clean? Especially whe-”
“Mom!” Jon interjected.
“Sorry, but I told you I would launder everything but what you put on your makeup stand. If you forgot to set an outfit out, that's your problem. Maybe your sister can help.”
“Fuck”
“Language!”
Ignoring his mother, he walked towards his sister's room. There was no way anything of hers would fit. She was several inches shorter and not to mention much less endowed. And this fucking hair kept-
Hair!
Jon grabbed the loose strands. He had long hair, just maybe only on one side. It was hard to tell without a mirror. But what was evidently clear was that it was bright blue. She had bright blue hair! Jen had no idea why she had bright blue hair but she did now.
HIM not her, Jon not Jen.
No thinking he had to hurry! He really really didn’t want to walk to school and show up late, especially out in the morning cold wearing whatever would fit out of Zoe’s wardrobe. He swung the door open to Zoe’s room causing Zoe’s eyes to shoot up from where she had been cramming her laptop into her bag.
Her eyes came up from his chest again, this time with a flash of guilt. Immediately aware that Jen was now standing bare-naked in front of her sister she quickly covered herself up as much as possible with her arms. “You tell me you’re uncomfortable being naked around me. Your sister. And then you walk in naked.” She wasn’t joking this time, she was probably a little frustrated with him for flip-flopping on the issue.
“I have no clothes.”
“Seriously!” Zoe scoffed, it seemed even the newfound sibling love was not enough to cover for him being an idiot. But it wasn’t like he even had a choice. There was no way for him to know that his mother would be laundering all his clothes. “There’s only one thing I think will fit you. It’s that black bustier crop top that I found at that flea market. It was too big for me-”
As Zoe dug through her wardrobe, Jen walked over to the window, she could see the bus hadn’t arrived yet, and in the process of doing so she flashed the whole neighborhood. Good thing no one was looking.
“And everything else?”
“Here.” Zoe threw the skimpiest lace black thong Jen had ever seen. “Don’t argue. I know how you are. If I give you choices you’ll spend all day deciding.” Jen wasn’t sure if that was true but maybe now it was. Reluctantly she pulled up the thong. She bit her plump lip to keep from moaning as it snuggled tightly against her cunt. The thought of wearing something so sexy was turning her on.
She was seriously fucked up. Apparently, her brain had been fucked with too because she squeezed her thighs together when she saw the top. She would barely fit in it. It would definitely push up her boobs and they would likely overflow the top. It would even leave much of her stomach uncovered.
She grabbed the top and started pulling it on as Zoe threw the rest of her outfit at her. A super short skirt, fishnet leggings, and a pair of heeled boots. She wanted to object. The Jen of 24 hours ago would never wear something so daring but it looked really hot and the bus would be here any moment. She didn’t even have time to look in the mirror as sprinted out the door, boobs bouncing in her crop top bustier. Her ass was barely covered by the skirt, flipping up occasionally showing off her lewd tattoo and her tiny thong. Jen didn’t know how hot her 5” 8’ + 2in boots body looked as it ran in a quite seductive manner.
Karyn couldn’t believe her eyes. Jen was just how she described, down to the metal stud in her nose and the blue hair bouncing in her eyes.
The bus's brakes squealed as the bus rolled to a stop, the door swung open and Jen walked up the steps. Karyn couldn’t help herself as she let Jen take a few steps first, just to get a good look up her skirt. This phone app really was the greatest.
