You Call This Interesting?

A body that looked very different than he remembered it. With hairless skin the color of light chocolate, wrapped in a tight sweater that... If Jon was aware of how often in the multidimensional infinity of possibilities that he ended up with breasts, he would not find this interesting. He'd find it old hat. However, he didn't know that, and it wasn't old hat. He was a girl, and a fairly attractive one at that. There were't that many African-American girls at his school. Apparently, there was one more now. He paused. He hadn't wished this would be the interesting thing. He could still change it. But...it wouldn't hurt to look around first, would it?