I was stunned to see the uniform hanging, almost mocking me. While I had wanted to see it on Karyn and it certainly seemed to be her size, I certainly did not want it on me. Especially since it seemed I could fit, just barely, into her clothes. Did she know my fantasy, and had decided it was some kind of karmic justice?. I shook my head; there was no way she could had found out. Still, it didn't change my situation. Forced into the object of my desire and risk getting caught, or not wearing anything at all. Wait, what about her green hoodie that she always wore, least until today...That and some jeans... where is it? I'm almost out of time. Can't spend too much time searching,,, No choice... Damn you, Karyn....
Biting my lip, I grabbed the knee socks and slid them up my hairless legs. Then the grey pleated skirt, which to my disgust, fitted me better than my jeans. At that point I could hear someone enter the house. Biting my lip even more, I buckled on the maryjanes, dismayed how girlish everything below my waist looked. I could wait, though; getting caught here would had been just as bad. Karyn seemed to be buying me time, even though I still wanted to throttle her for putting me into this situation in the first place. Quickly, I saw another one of Karyn's bras lying discarded carelessly, and I wondered if that would help with the disguise. I made my decision a second later, and ignored it since it was embarrassing enough to wear everything else. Last thing, the white blouse and greyish colored bow, which I added, completing the outfit. Risking a glance in the mirror, I saw a very hurried and panicked schoolgirl with very messy hair.
Alarmed by how well the disguise worked and hoping its not a glimpse of my future, I wondered where the Black women were. I knew I couldn't escape by going downstairs, even if that was Karyn's intent. Too risky There was only one way; out the window. Grabbing the stone, since leaving it with Karyn was not an option, I opened the window, and climbed down, landing awkward.
Okay, better get home before someone sees me. I knew my disguise would only work at a distance. Glancing around, I was afraid my landing would had drawn attention, but no activity from the Black house. I got up and smoothed down my skirt, something I thought I'd never do. A few steps later, I noticed a clicking and it made me nervous. Least until I realized it was my own shoes, and not someone following.me. I glanced again; still nobody. Almost home. I thought about sneaking in through my window, but the risk was too great. I doubted mom would be home, or Mikey, but there was a reasonable chance Zoe would be. Her bedroom was next to mine, and I knew she would be there, if anywhere. Better to sneak in, and hope she remained there. Opening the door, I quickly stepped through, feeling much safer, but my early celebratory grin instantly faded as I saw Zoe standing not far from the door.
"Who are you and what are doing in my house.... Jon? What the fuck are you wearing?" Zoe demanded, her pale face going from confusion, to recognition, to a somewhat rare smile
