Jon is not amused

"So far so good," thought Karen. "Now, lets see how Jon looks."
Once again stepping from the bathroom, the now buff looking Karen, beheld a radient looking Jon.
This time he was standing, dressed in a long gold gown that seemed to cling every eye catching curve, all the way down to his knees, then flared slightly. Karen couldn't see his shoes, but could tell by the way that he was standing that they must have had quite a heel on them.
"Come on Karen, this is stupid! Jon complained, "Nothing has changed, and you have been in there for ages, I still have to wear these stupid girl's clothes. I thought that you were going to fix things a bit?"
Barely surpressing a smirk on her now masculine face, Karen replied, "Umm Jon, come on, be a sport. At least you get to show a bit of skin. I'm all rugged up three or four layers deep here."
Spinning around to give Karen a look at the back (or lack of it) of his dress, Jon retorted, "SKIN! I feel like I'm almost completely nude above the waist. If it wasn't for my overdeveloped pecs pushing out the front of this thing, I'd have to keep checking I have something on. I'd rather have three layers of clothes on, than feel like this."
Clearly Jon was not enjoying him self.
Darting back one last time into the bathroom, Karen held the stone and quickly said, "I wish..."