Jon returned to his room and quickly pulled on the panties and bottoms his mother had hooked out for him. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the wall across from him. He let out a deep sigh as a surge of mixed emotions flowed through him. He had felt a flutter of excitement when he saw his own mother leaning in to kiss him, a thought that should have disgusted him. Instead he found himself picturing the impressive bulge in her wet shorts earlier that evening, as well as the glimpse he had caught in the morning. He groaned again and fell backwards onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. He was deftly aware of the emptiness in the room now that Karyn had moved into the spare room, along with the couch bed. He wished she was there right now so he could talk things over with her.
“Guess I’ll speak to her tomorrow” he muttered as he climbed under the sheet, “I wonder how she feels after today?”
Earlier that evening, just after getting out of the hot tub, Karyn had hurried into what was now her room. Simon had suggested that they shower before bed, but she didn’t want to. She closed the door behind her and practically tore off the clothes she was wearing. She looked over at her naked form in the mirror and felt her emotions begin pile up. She sat down on the red couch bed, put her face into her hands, and started to cry.
“I don’t want to be a boy” she sniffled into her hands, “I’m a girls, girls don’t have willies…dicks” she corrected herself. She’d been feeling like this all day, but had found it hard to articulate. She needed to feel like a girl again. It was then she had an idea. She rummaged around in her case and pulled out an unopened pair of stockings that she’d brought with her. She yanked them out the packet and pulled them on, pleased to find the cling tightly to her legs. Quickly she stood up and faced the mirror, striking as feminine a pose as she could think of.
She smiled inwardly, failing to notice that her hair had returned to its wish induced colour.
“There!” She said sternly, “I’m a girl, girls have boobies like this!” She added. Suddenly she felt the stockings come loose, almost as if they stretched themselves out. The dropped to her ankles unceremoniously, and she felt the tears well up again. She kicked them off into a corner and flopped down on the couch crying again. After a few moments she started to shiver. She got to her feet and grabbed a pair of plain black boxer shorts, and a set of Pokémon pyjama bottoms and pulled them on. As she pulled on one of her own vest tops she sighed.
“I wish Jon would pay attention to me” she muttered. She turned around and pulled out the couch to form a bed and grabbed the blankets left in the corner of the room. As she laid down, feeling really tired all of a sudden, she began to cry again, and before she knew it, she was asleep.
