Suddenly, he felt his shirt vanish and replaced by something else strapped tightly around his chest. He looked down to see he was wearing a bra.
That was when panic was replaced by horror.
"No...no...no...no!" He insisted. He wasn't raising his voice, but....this was not happening.
But yet it was. He turned, seeing a now Queen sized bed neatly made with a salmon colored sheet set. It even had throw pillows. And there was a dress laid out on the bed.
"Not gonna happen," he said to it. He felt a tickling feeling in his scalp, and was suddenly brushing long brown hair away from his face. "Stone....where is the stone?" He muttered.
As more of his possessions winked out of existence...the room started to reflect a very different aesthetic. He found the new closet...looking for something to slip on. There was a nightgown hanging...as well as more dresses...and shoes. Flats, heels...
There was also a mirror on the back of the door. Jon got to see himself with shoulder length hair. He was also wearing a necklace.
The room was running out of objects to change. As the last noticeable object he recognized blipped out of existence, he found himself in rather tastefully decorated, if bland, bedroom, wearing a bra and panties, with the best possible option in front of him being to interrogate his mother about what she seemed to know about this...
He had tried to do that without admitting that whatever she thought he knew, he didn't, but it seemed like the time for lying had ended.
