His toesnails were painted purple. For some reason, with all the changes that Jon was most shocked every time he looked down at his bare feet and saw the flash of purple at the end of every toe.
Not that he was complaining. Sure, he hadn't planned on living out a secret sexual fantasy when he'd made his wish, he'd only planned on having the website he'd been enjoying refresh more quickly. Now that he'd made his poorly worded wish, though, he figured he'd just go with it, enjoy himself, see what happened.
Jon turned down the boiling rice on the stovetop. He normally hated cooking, but now that his life had shifted to having taken over the role from his mother, he didn't mind it that much. It might be a trick of the change in reality, or maybe it was a bleed over from the sexual excitement of feeling his mother's panties against his penis (which he was struggling to keep from getting stiff) as he walked around the kitchen, but cooking wasn't all that bad.
Jon turned away from the stove to grab some plates to set the table, once again catching a flash of purple from his toes in the corner of his eyes, causing him to smile again. He could hear his sister and brother arriving home from the park and wondered briefly if his new family role would allow him to order his siblings to set the table, then brushed off the idea. He wanted to enjoy himself, and if reality hadn't shifted that much, he didn't want to push it.
After placing the plates, he returned to grab silverware, then glasses. The ginger chicken he was making smelled incredible. It mixed well with the scent of the warm loaves of bread that was cooling on the counter. Jon's mother had always been brilliant in the kitchen, not to mention how clean she kept the house. She fulfilled many gender stereotypes, really, despite the fact that she had a masters degree in economics, she had chosen to excel at running their household rather than a business.
Jon bent over to peek in the oven to check the progress of the chicken, enjoying the tight feeling of his mothers capris over his behind, and grinned. Straightening, he wiggled his painted toes, and marvelled at his luck. Sure, his life was a little bit stranger than it had been an hour earlier, but by the twitch of his penis in his panties, Jon could tell that he was going to have a good time.
