Jon sighed. As fun as it would be to explore this new body, he really ought to get dressed and get some food. There would be plenty of time to enjoy himself later, in a more private place.
He put on the clothes: a bra (which took a couple tries to get right) and panties, a white blouse and pink sweater, and a rather short skirt. Plus some high-heeled shoes and a pair of glasses.
Jon gave a quick twirl in the mirror and smiled. "Looking good!" he said, and blinked again at the strange sound of his new bubbly soprano voice. Would he ever get used to that?
His stomach grumbled. Right. Food.
