Jon felt some muscle in his lower abdomen relaxing when it shouldn't and a feeling of warm wetness surrounded her crotch and butt.
She grimaced as the smell of urine entered her nostrils. It seemed that for this bastard Mark making all women wet themselves already once today wasn't enough.
Jon sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling in the air, and looked behind her. There was a wet spot on the blanket covering her bed. "Well, I guess I should clean that mess..." Jon said quietly, jumping on the floor and taking the bed blanket off. She needed to wash herself and put some fresh clothes on.
Jon walked to the drawers and opened the first one where the underwear usually would be stored. What she saw was only socks. All varieties of socks, that's true, from small below ankle ones to long mid thigh ones. There were no panties. Couple of seconds later Jon realized that back when she was a guy, she requested all the ladies to be 'pantieless'. Now that idea sounded absolutely ridiculous to her.
She opened the second drawer to see plenty of dresses nicely folded into neat squares. She took one of them and left to the bathroom.
As she walked down the corridor she could hear Mark's mom swearing downstairs as she also wet herself involuntarily and proceeded to clean herself in the other bathroom.
Jon entered the upstairs bathroom and... Suddenly it felt right to not only dump the blanket and her dress into the laundry bin but to actually hand wash them herself. That was more than surprising for Jon who, well, never actually washed her clothes. Jon waited for a moment but the feeling didn't go. It was like an OCD, she felt she had to do it, otherwise the feeling of something being not right would stay with her all day... And so the reasonable thing to do was to take some washing powder and begin her work.
Before that, however, she needed to clean herself. Jon quickly splashed her crotch with water trying not to look there and not to think what she had, or what she didn't have, between her legs. Not yet.
Jon knew the urge to do the washing appeared because of Mark's wish for her to behave like a girl her age would. In this reality where women were aspiring to be perfect housewives it was perfectly normal for a 12 year old girl to want to do laundry. And Jon was bound by a wish to behave like one... Otherwise how else could she find the right man?
Jon knew that she already had a man, or rather an insane boy, who wanted her. A boy who used to be her friend and now just became this power-obsessed megalomaniac. And she could not escape. Mark wished her to stay home until he comes back so there was no way she could escape now. But as soon as he does comes back... Jon just hoped she'll manage to get the magic ring back and somehow undo all this madness.
The new dress Jon quickly put on was cut differently than the previous one and a little bit longer, reaching just below her tiny knees. As she kneeled to do the washing the fabric of the dress moved against her smooth skin irritating her gently throbbing nipples even more. The itching was infuriating and Jon couldn't help but try to scratch her chest. As her dainty hand touched the front of the dress though, she thought that somehow the whole area around her nipples was a little bit... Softer?
Jon jerked her hand back not wanting to face what that meant. Instead she begun washing her dress trying to ignore the new gentle ache developing in her pelvis...
