"What?" Jon parlayed his surprise at being called out into feigned surprise at being braless. By now he'd sussed out the pattern. "I... oh geez, you're right! I'm sorry, I was changing in the bathroom before class and I heard the bell and I guess I just..." Jon trailed off. "Can I please have a hall pass to retrieve it?"
Mrs. Watson narrowed her eyes at Jon, letting him wither under her glare. "Alright, Mr. Gibson. I'll excuse you this one time, but if you are not back within five minutes it will be detention."
Jon sighed. "Thank you."
The moment Jon was out the door, he started cursing under his breath. Whatever was happening was not something he could fight on all fronts. He would have to pick his battles and swallow his pride.
So he stomped his way back to the bathroom where he'd left the bra. He removed his red T-shirt, clasped the bra back on, and pulled the hot pink top back over his head.
His shirt had changed. Jon looked in the mirror: it was the same shirt that Tiffany had been wearing in class. Jon could feel a scream building in his throat, but he suppressed it. Pick your battles. At lunch he would try to convince Karyn that something was wrong, but nobody else was likely to listen to him. In whatever reality he found himself in, pointing out his changes to everyone, fighting the changes head-on, was just going to cause more problems.
With a furrowed brow, Jon returned to his English class, wispy pink sleeves billowing around his arms as he went.
