"Oh, Darling, look at that mess of hair you have," his mother commented. "You always wanted to wear your hair a little longer.
"Mom... Just change me back," Jon whined. He grabbed down below to make sure his manhood... or should we say his boyhood... was still in tact. Thankfully, it was."
"You know, you really do look like Karyn at that age. I wish we had some of her old clothes and pictures so we could really compare how you look."
At that point Karyn chimed in, "What a coincidence! I was just taking a pile of that old stuff to the Salvation Army. And I accidentally stuck one of our old photo albums in with my clothes. My Mom just washed everything (she would be embarrassed to donate clothes that smell like they were in storage), so they are Downy fresh. Everything still looks brand new."
"No.. Mom... I won't..."
"I wish you would let us, Honey, no one else will know. Karyn can help you wash your lovely hair and get the tangles out."
Jon walked quietly into the bathroom, and started the bathwater.
