Jon took a shower and then dried himself. Wrapping a towel around his waist he walked back into the bedroom. It was weird, standing alone in his parent's bedroom. “Although,” Jon thought. “If Zoe and I woke up in here, is it still theirs?”
To find out, Jon walked over to the wardrobe and opened it up. Sure enough, the clothes had changed, although Jon didn’t recognise any of them. On one side there were a lot of suits and shirts, but they were cut differently. On the other, there were some silk shirts in lots of different colours.
Jon did recognise a pair of his jeans hanging up amongst the silk shirts. He took them out and laid them on the bed. Jon then figured that the shirts must be his, so he took a few out, putting them back after he looked at them.
Eventually, he settled on a dark blue shirt. Jon then went to find some underwear. The boxers that he had found were different as well. They were of a material that was soft to the touch, almost like his shirt.
“What on earth is going on?” Jon thought to himself, sighing as he got dressed. He then headed downstairs for breakfast.
The rest of the family were already at the table. Zoe was reading the newspaper while Mikey was reading what looked like a fashion magazine. Roger and Linda were eating their breakfast quietly.
“There’s my beautiful brother!” Zoe exclaimed, putting her paper down. Jon blushed, a little weirded out by that comment.
“W-what do you mean by that?” Jon asked afraid of the answer.
“Well, I was just commenting on how wonderful you look today honey.” Zoe replied with a smile on her face.
“Yeah, that top looks great on you.” Mikey chimed in.
