(Author's Note: I just wanted to say I liked what Amarantha wrote, but I wanted to slow the pace a bit more. My addition is heavily inspired by the other version)
"Have you seen what you're wearing?"
Zoe looked down, seeing the men's suit and tie. "Yeah. so....oh...what the..." She thought about what she usually wore, and that felt wrong. This felt...normal, comfortable.
"I..." Jon backed up and left the room, not sure what to say. There's nothing to say, Jon realized. What could he tell Zoe? He didn't know what was going on, even if he suspected why it was going on.
He walked upstairs, thinking about what might be going on, and wandered back to the master bedroom.
Dressing in the morning is an automatic thing. We do it hundreds of times, and our bodies are used to it without even thinking. So, while Jon let his mind wander, he slid the pink robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground and headed toward the shower.
His shower was quick...as it was a trying da. After it, he wrapped his head and midsection in a towel and headed back into the bedroom.
He opened the drawers and slipped on a pair of white panties. A white bra was next; he fastened it with minimal fumbling. Despite being made for a body rather unlike his, they fit anyway. He pulled a dress out of the closet, a white dress with a faint lace pattern and straps that fit over his shoulders and felt as if it were made for him. It hung down to his mid-thighs, and he smiled as he looked in the mirror, giving a quick once-over and spin.
It was at that moment he once again focused on what he was wearing. It seemed normal, and he liked it. But he realized his tastes had changed.
Jon walked into the first of the other three bedrooms, and placing a hand on the sleeping form and gently shaking. "Mom? Time to wake up, honey," he said, the last word slipping out unintentionally. His mother responded with a groan, and he shook her again. "Come on now, it's time to get up. I know it's Saturday but we have things to do."
