"When's supper?" Jon heard his sister, Zoe, ask from the doorway behind him.
He turned from the kitchen counter and faced the goth-inclined teenager. She was standing, leaning against the doorframe, a bored look on her painted face. Jon often wondered why his parents let her get away with dressing the way she did, although in his current state, he guessed that he wasn't really one to talk.
Zoe's feet were encased in clunky black boots which laced up to mid-shin. Her legs, as much as he could see, were clad in fishnet stockings. She had a voluminous black skirt on, which was attached to a tight black bodice, which showed an ample amount of cleavage. Jon shook his head. Just a year ago, Zoe had been a sweet, innocent girl, excited about life. Now, through the influence of some of her friends, the life seemed to be sucked right out of her.
"About fifteen minutes," Jon said, about to ask her to help him set the table. That's when it happened.
Again, like a bad movie edit, one second Zoe was a gothic princess, the next she was clad in beige capris and a blouse. The only thing dramatically painted about the girl were her toenails. Purple.
Jon stumbled and the change. He looked down at himself. A tight black bodice encased his torso, followed by a black skirt, fishnet stockings, and clunky black boots.
"Thanks for starting supper while I took Mikey to the park," Zoe said sweetly, "Do you think you could set the table while I finish up?"
Jon, in a daze, grabbed some plates and headed for the dining room. Every step he could feel his stockings swish, every move he felt his skirt dance around his legs. The bodice was tight enough to restrict his breathing slightly, causing him to constantly be reminded of his current state of dress. Also constantly reminding his penis of the stories he'd read over and over online, of the secret fantasies he'd harboured, but had never pursued. It took every bit of concentration to prevent an erection while he set the table for dinner, which he did very quickly.
No sense wasting time. After all, if he only had fifteen minutes before supper, he hoped that he'd be able to quickly slip up to his room and "take care" of some of this arousal.
