Later that night Linda reluctantly trudged into her old room, still feeling ridiculous and uncomfortable wearing Jon's clothes. Linda wasn't a supermodel, but she was a well proportioned, attractive woman with a large bosom and posterior that were not working well with her new attire. A scratchy band tee shirt was stretched and straining across her breasts, which had no support of course because John was wearing her bra. The jeans weren't much better, barely fitting over her larger rear. That made it so much more infuriating when she walked into the room to find Jon sitting on the bed, still wearing her clothes from earlier, only now adorned with her jewelry as well. He was absentmindedly fiddling with her necklace, while her sapphire earrings dangled from his newly pierced ears.
For the life of her she couldn't remember why she'd agreed to give her things to him, but Linda Gibson was nothing if not a stubborn person. She'd keep up her end of the bargain. Jon looked up with a bright smile and waved her into the room, picking up the sphere Ms. Fine had left with them and holding it out to her. "Oh good, you're here! Let's go ahead and get started so we can get some good sleep. We both want to make good impressions tomorrow, after all!"
Linda grimaced but sat down next to him on the bed. She couldn't believe she was going back to highschool tomorrow while Jon would be covering for her at work. If she didn't need to refresh her math skills so badly, she absolutely would have refused. It was honestly lucky both her boss and Jon's principal had been so understanding when they'd called to arrange her lessons, and Jon stepping in at McMillan industries. Still, Linda could get through it, just a week or two to get her math up to par and things would go back to tomorrow.
Just like she could get through this. "So we just touch this thing, right?" She asked, still a bit uncertain of how this little ball was supposed to help them look less silly. Jon smiled indulgently, "Yes, for fifteen minutes a night dear, let's begin shall we?"
When Linda put her hand to the metal sphere in Jon's palm she felt a static charge momentarily but then nothing. For the prescribed time she just held the sphere between them, feeling nothing but boredom while Jon just stared at her with a hazy expression, absently chatting away about how much he was looking forward to putting his skills to the test at a real job the next day. It was only as the time was coming to a close that she started to feel odd, like something was pulling at her through the sphere. Just as the last minute closed, Jon's eyes sparked and he said, "You know you're right, these clothes do hang on me a bit. I think I'd look so much nicer if you gave me your curves"
The pulling intensified and Linda almost doubled over, remaining where she was sitting only because her hand felt like it was glued to the orb. Jon also looked odd, his eyes closing as he let out a deep moan. With a final tug at her being, the sensation ended and her hand finally came off of the orb. Everything shifted and she blacked out for a moment, falling back on to the bed.
Linda blinked her eyes, feeling exceptionally odd, but she didn't know why. She'd just been holding that stupid orb for a quarter of an hour and the dumb thing hadn't done anything. She sat up on the bed and looked over to see Jon standing in front of her vanity. Something about him was different; he was wearing the same outfit he had on before but for some reason it seemed to fit him better. Linda squinted at him trying to figure it out, analyzing his outfit. His large c-cups filled out the cream blouse just as they always did, her favorite necklace now nestled in his cleavage. His body had the hourglass figure she'd always remembered, a slimish waist and wide hips. Her favorite jeans were filled out by the ample rear she'd always known him to have. Hmm, nothing was out of place as far as she could tell.
Honestly that was what was so infuriating about losing her wardrobe to him, he filled it out so much better than she ever had. She looked down at herself, absentmindedly picking at the loose tee shirt that laid flat over her chest. She'd never had much of a bust to speak of, it was a wonder where Jon got his from. It was ridiculous, what kind of grown woman was jealous of her own son's figure, but here she was. Annoyed to have wasted her time, she set the sphere back on the bed and walked out, "Whatever, I'm going to bed."
Jon, who was staring at himself mesmerized in the mirror, called back, "Have a good night, dear."
