He acted as if he turned into a drag queen over night

John put the dress back on and went to bed. He kicked the blanket off the bed and sat up. "This is going to be so much fun." He giggle before taking a deep breath.

"Oh my god! What the hell...!" He screamed. He put his hands on his chest and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"John, what happened?" Asked his father as he and his wife dashed into John's room. There they saw the blond drag queen sitting on their son's bed with a shocked expression and squeezing her breasts. "John. Is that you?" They asked shocked by finding a woman in place of their son.

"Yes, it's me." John replied in his male voice sounding shocked. "But what happened to me? I got breasts."

"Not just breasts." His mother replied. "Your whole body."

"My whole body?" John looked down to his chest. There he saw his hands with their long black nails and the rings with the big shiny black stone on them. He inspected them like he had just noticed them looking so feminine. Then he took a strand of his long blond hair and looked at it. Next he put one hand on his dangling earring and the other on his necklace. He looked over to his parents with a questioning expression, but didn't ask anything.

His mother had overcome the first shock. She went to John and took his hand. "Come with me." She dragged the dressed up boy out of his room. He stumbled a little because of the high heels until the mother dragged him in front of a floor-length mirror in the parent's bedroom. There John saw his dressed up reflection. "Oh, my, god. Oh my god. Oh my god." He acted totally surprised by what he saw. "I have turned into a woman." He quickly put a hand on his groin and let out a relieved sigh. "Still there." He made a happy expression.

"John, what happened?" His father asked.

"I don't know." The boy lied. "When I woke up this morning I was like this." The mother grabbed the blond hair and tried to pull it off. "Ouch! What the hell are you doing?" John asked angry.

"I just wanted to see if it's a wig." The mother backed away.

"As you can see it's my hair."

"And the rest?"

John tried to take off his nails, but as they were glued on he couldn't. "As you can see these are my nails. Though they are much longer and painted."

"And these?" John's mother put her hands on his breasts and squeezed them.

"Ahh." John let out a light excited moan. "Don't do that. It feels weird." That wasn't a lie. Getting his breasts squeezed felt weird, and surprisingly good.

She backed away again. Then she went to her vanity. "One last try." She returned with a make-up remover pad and tried to wipe off her son's make-up. But as it was burned into his skin, it didn't come off. "Not coming off at all." She noted surprised. "The make-up is stuck to your face."

"What do you mean?" John asked faking being upset. "Are you saying I'm stuck looking like this?"

"I wouldn't say that, but for the moment..." His mother said ashamed of saying it.

"Eighteen years I was a normal boy. But now I look like a drag queen." John acted as if he was nearly crying. He rushed out of the bedroom into his and slammed the door behind himself.