Jon was worried that his mom would have picked out a night dress or something similarly girlie to wear. He hadn't seen anything like that amongst his clothes but, lately, he had accepted anything was possible. When he entered his room he was relieved to see a pyjama set not too different from his old ones. They were a lighter shade of blue than he would normally wear but at least they consisted of pants and a top.
Jon's mom was tidying his room a bit and picking up some of his dirty laundry. "Honestly Jon," she said, "why can't you be a bit tidier in here. The least you could do is put your panties in to the laundry basket. Now, hurry up and get your jammies on. I want to have a little chat with you." Jon was a bit nervous about what this chat might entail but he figured the quicker he got ready for bed, the quicker it would be over with. He picked up the pyjama pants and stepped into them. They were made of a much lighter material than his old pyjamas. The silky fabric glided up his smooth legs and the cut of them meant they sat snugly against his crotch. They weren't in anyway uncomfortable but he sadly remembered that if he still had his penis then it would be crushed in something so form fitting. He went to put on the top but his mom stopped him and reminded him to remove his bra. He turned his back to her and did so, enjoying the feeling of release as he freed his chest from the constricting item. He noticed the weight of his breasts a lot more now that they were unsupported. He quickly covered his chest with the top and started to button it up. Annoyingly he thought, it could have done with one more button to close properly. Instead the top button still left a bit of opening which showed just a hint of his breasts.
Fully dressed for bed now Jon turned to face his mom. She patted the bed beside her, indicating she wanted him to sit down. Jon sat beside her and she placed a hand on one of his silky covered legs as she began to speak.
"Now Jon. Your father and I have been talking and it's clear to us both that you are growing up. Normally, a father would have this type of conversation with his son but we both agreed it would be more appropriate for me to do it, given how your physically different to the other boys. Your body has blossomed over the last year and you're turning out to be a very good looking boy. I can only imagine what the girls in your school think when they see you. I was a teenager too so I remember how hormones can be. We know you are very sensible and smart but we just want to be sure you have all the information you need to keep yourself safe. I know you're not interested in boys and that's fine. As long as you're happy then your father and I are happy but given that you have gone through puberty and get your period regularly I just want to remind you of the consequences if you did find yourself in a situation with another boy. You are capable of getting pregnant and while we would obviously support you in every way it is not something you want to go through at such a young age. If it's something you want to do we can go to the doctor and ask for a prescription for the pill. "
Jon interrupted her," Ew... Mom... No way. Not necessary. I like girls. Getting pregnant is not something I'm ever going to have to worry about. "
He allowed her to continue," OK Jon. I'm just telling you, you have options. If you find that changing please come to me and we can sort it out. That's pretty much all I wanted to say for now. I'll leave you to get to sleep."
Jonnwas relieved that conversation was over. His face was still red from the embarrassment. As soon as his mom left the room he dived under his covers and turned out the light." Where is this nightmare going to go next, "he muttered to himself as he lay buried under his covers.
