Jon looked down to find that he now sported the same muffin top his mom had being trying to lose for years.
"Oh no!" he cried with his mature woman's voice.
"What is it honey?" Sherry asked, turning to look at her transformed son. "oh...it's ok honey, its normal for women of our age to carry a little extra weight..." she trailed off as she realised what she was saying.
Jon was distraught. He had worked so hard to get those rock hard abs that the girls love and now they were replaced with a flabby paunch. At least his mom wasn't fat. She had just had the body shape of...well a mom. Now that was something else they had in common.
Sherry asked if she could quickly step into a store to try a skirt on that she saw in the window. Jon nodded numbly, to upset to argue. He sat on a chair outside the changing rooms with his purse on his lap, wincing at the feel of his large behind. It was like he had a cushion shoved down the seat of his pants. He stared at the brown leather handbag on his lap for a few seconds before jumping up with a gasp, knocking his purse onto the floor. How long had he been carrying a handbag! He hadn't even notice that change, but there it was, identical to the one his mom carried.
A store clerk noticed the bag and picked it up, passing it back to Jon. "Here you go madam"
Jon to the bag and flinched. Not at the fact the clerk had mistaken him for a woman, that was hardly surprising, but at his hands which were now slender and dainty with fingers topped with long French manicured nails. His arms to were also now that of his moms and they were also bare, the red shirt having completely turned into a silky blouse with short flouncy sleeves.
Thanking the man, he turned to look into a mirror and saw a flat chested reflection of his mom wearing sneakers staring back. He wanted to cry.
Sherry exited the changing rooms "what do you think of this....oh my!" she gasped and stood next to Jon, "we could be twins!" then she got a look at Jons face and the tear that ran down one cheek. Maybe she better start thinking about how to fix this.
"Come on honey, let's get home in time for our soaps" she said patting him on the shoulder.
After Sherry changed back into her jeans, they left the store with matching handbags swinging from their shoulders. Suddenly Jon tripped with a shriek. Sherry turned to find Jon stumbling, looking down she saw the strappy tan open toed sandals that she wore on Jons tiny feet.
"oh gawd!" he moaned and tried to take a few steps. The sandals had a 4 inch heel and a slight platform on the sole and, whilst he shared his mom's footwear and feet, he did not have the years of experience walking in heels. Tears stung his eyes as people turned to look at the woman, apparently bamboozled by her own shoes.
"Take smaller steps honey" Sherry coached in a quiet voice "one foot in front of the other and swing your arms and hips more"
Jon complied and they made they're way out to the parking lot. Jon's face was flushed with the embarrassment of his now mincing gait and the sound of heels heels clicking in unison with his moms. A sound that would now follow him wherever he went. Climbing into the car he winced at the feeling of his privates being crushed by the female jeans not made to accommodate them. How much longer would that be a problem?
