Something less reveling

Driving like a bat out of hell Jon drove as fast as he dared, to avoid any unwanted attention. His body felt so alien, every turn of the wheel he could feel his little tits. Looking in the rear view mirror ever two seconds as he drove, Jon could see his masculinity was now masked very well. He came to the decision he wasn't quite manly enough looking for a man, he was to soft, but yet he was wasn't totally female looking either. Looking at his reflection he realized first thing he had better do is get some clothing that better hid his new curves. Then after that he could more easily maneuver in public and find Karyn. Thinking out lowed to himself "Hmmm Mom usually leaves to go grocery shopping about this time of day, I should be able to get some baggy sweats or something without being noticed. Jon felt like he had been driving a week before he spanned the three mile distance from the mall to his home. Careful to avoid attention Jon parked a few houses down and scurried to the bushes in his neighbor's yard. Sticking his head out of the large bushes Jon looked around for any sign of human activity. "Good Mom's car is gone, she must be at the store, I can be in and out in no time." Jon climbed up the stairs up to his room and felt ever inch of is body on the way up. "Safe" he chirped as he closed his bedroom door behind him. "Ok Jon . Lets see what the damage is." as he striped his clothes off in front of the full length closet mirror. Standing before Jon was a sight two hours ago never dreamed he would have seen. His eyes scanned over the pair shaped body that stood before him. The hips were soft and round, suggesting that they were meant for bearing children. The waist was thin and led up to a an upper torso will the breasts of perhaps a young girl just entering puberty even though the they sat on chest that was that of an 18 year old. Continuing to soak in the figure before him Jon's eyes wandered down to a true oddity. Their in-between two near hairless legs sat both sexes, one over another. A small penis no larger than that of a seven-year-old was mounted over a vagina, like a hunter's trophy over a fireplace. The little penis was limp and obviously looked incapable of standing erect. Oddly enough the image kind of reminded Jon of the big gaping mouth of a fish about to eat a worm. Looking down Jon reached down and grasped his once normal penis with his thumb and forefinger, sadly enough his thumb and forefinger weren't separated by any great mass. It felt cold and numb, like it was attached to him but severing no real purpose. Tilting it to the side he gazed that the moist slit underneath. That morning two balls hung tier and now a pussy adorned the area where his boys once where. The thing that was more shocking than all of this meet Jon's gaze, as he raised his eyes off the mixed anatomy of his sex, was his own face. At least it looked like he used to in a way. Their siting on top of this unusually being was Jon's head. The face was soft and slightly beautiful and feminine in a rugged way, but it was Jon, and yet it wasn't. As Jon stood their fixed on his own flexion, combining over his body in fascinated-terror he didn't hear his Mom come in the front door and marched up the stairs towards Jon's room