Jon blinked, looking around his room. What was I doing? he wondered. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and did a double take. Where did that dress come from? Those heels? Those... he grabbed his chest, feeling a substantial weight there. How hadn't be noticed it? Between his legs, too - Oh God.
Jon walked over to his bed, suddenly hyper-aware of the low heel on his new shoes, and sat down. The dress bunched up beneath him and he pulled it out with an annoyed grunt, just then noticing his dainty hands, the pink nails. A knock at his open door caught his attention, and he looked up to see his brother Mikey, or at least his head. Below the neck he had the same body as Jon, in the same unflattering green dress and white heeled shoes. "Can I borrow your polish remover? I'm all out," he asked.
Jon just nodded dumbly, watching Mikey walk across the room and pick up a bottle off the dresser. After he left, Jon walked over to the dresser, opening it to see a wide array of bras on the left side, and panties on the right, with some... other things scattered about. He'd known all of this stuff was here, but somehow, it felt like it shouldn't be. What the hell was going on?
