Jon was glad that he'd pulled one off before he'd left home, because walking around in Sarah McMillan's clothes was, like, totally hot. If he had been able to, he'd be sporting a stiffy. Which would be way embarassing. The last thing he'd need was those skanks from school seeing him walk around at full mast. That kind of thing could get a guy a reputation, the kind of reputation that would keep him out of being Homecoming Queen!
Jon paused on the sidewalk. Homecoming Queen? Where was that coming from? Never in his life had he wanted to be Homecoming Queen! That's when he realized that, like his previous outfit swaps, some personality traits of Sarah's had come with the clothes. All part of the universe adjusting things to make him acceptable dressed like that.
"Wow," he said to himself, the weight of the change settling in. He would have to be careful how he behaved or he'd end up in some very awkward situations. The Homecoming Queen thing would be the least of his worries!
Not that there was anything wrong with being Homecoming Queen, he corrected himself. It was a long and proud tradition in their town, and only the most popular, most beautiful girl would be chosen. He knew it would be a huge exception for him to be selected, an honour not afforded to a boy before, but look at him. He was gorgeous! The outfit swap had not only given him a cute pink outfit, but his legs were clean and smooth, his hands were soft and nails manicured, and after a quick look in his compact mirror (and a touch-up of pink gloss), his face was soft, well made-up, and attractive.
With his new outfit came a new life, a new lifestyle. His body had lost some fat around the middle, and his face was thinner, more defined. His hair had been grown out and died blonde, with a similar cut to Sarah's. Jon smiled as he stared at his reflection in the small round mirror. He'd hit the jackpot.
And why shouldn't he? Jon thought to himself as he began walking, this time with purpose, his rear end swaying behind him, in the direction he assumed Sarah's house would be. Why shouldn't he have the best stuff, why shouldn't he be beautiful, loved by all?
He imagined himself on the stage, receiving his Homecoming Queen crown, the entire student body staring up at him, checking out his student body. He remembered his former life, desperate to get the attention of any girl at school, lusting after each and every hot young lady. Now the tables would turn. Every girl would beg to get into his panties. Even some of the boys would like a taste.
Yes, life would finally be how it should be. Jon knew he was just about to get everything he deserved, everything he should have had from the start. He was about to start living the life he'd always wanted.
