"Don't worry, I'll be here," replied John
"I've heard that before. Well, Cleo, I hope to see you in a couple days. Have a good rest of your day sweetie," said Robin as she walked away in her business skirt she wears when she had an expense house to sell. After she pulled away, John went to his car and called Sara. After it went to voicemail, he text her, "the medallion wasn't here. What are you up to?" He was upset enough to trigger the urge to smoke. He pushed it down, then looked looked at the message from Robin. He saw the picture, and there was a message attached, "Miss these?" Apparently, Robin added more than she told Cleo. John thought about his reply on the drive home. By the time he got home, he had decided on his reply. He went to the bathroom and took off his shirt and sportsbra. After getting the camera in position, he took a picture of his breasts. After triple checking his face wasn't in the picture, he texted back the image with a response, "Why would I miss yours when my girlfriend has these?" Once his revenge was completed, he realized that he stunk. Robin was right about one thing today, showering after yoga was a good idea. He pulled down the sweatpants and yogapants. He looked in the mirror in the bathroom, staring at himself for a while. It was still so surreal to move his body, and see a blonde bombshell do the same thing back in the reflection. After a few minutes, he went into the shower and let the water rinse off the sweat of the morning. He got the soap and started to lather up, which felt vastly different that usual. The skin was softer and he felt like he could feel the soap more. Not to mention, rubbing his breasts felt amazing. His mind wandered to last night, remembering how good everything felt. After a slight hesitation, he reached a hand down finding his lips ready for his fingers to slide in. John quickly came to a state of euphoria thinking about how great this feeling was.
"Dad? Let me know when you are done in there. I messaged Julia and she said she has the medallion at her house. I'm ready to head over when you are," announced Sara through the door. John quickly finished his shower and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he left the bathroom. Sara gave a wolf whistle as John went to his room. He put on his 3rd eye blind t-shirt and thought about what he could wear over his massive hips. Realizing the only options were his sweatpants and maybe his pajama pants, he went back to the bathroom to get his sweatpants. He wiggled them on and came to the living room.
"You look like someone wearing her boyfriend's t-shirt. I have some stuff that may work for the booty of yours at my place," offered Sara.
"Thanks, hon, but the sooner we get to Julia's the better. I'm tired of all this jigglin'," replied John as he put his gear into his pockets. Sara shrugged and got up to go. As they were driving to Julia's, John asked a question that had been on his mind for a bit. "How come Julia didn't freak out when you showed up lookin' like how you do now?"
