Before Jon and Karyn could leave, a shout came from the open door of the locker room. "Oh my god!" the voice said. "Kelly!"
"Looks like she was next," another voice said.
Karyn smiled to herself. Looks like Kelly paid the price of turning us into dogs, Jon, she thought to her friend. Wonder what she turned into...
"Eeewww!" the first voice came again. "She looks like...like..."
"...like a cunt," the other voice repeated. "A little plastic cunt."
"That's sick!" another voice said.
"Of course, it's sick," said the second voice. "That's the idea. But I tell you one thing. I'm not waiting around here to be turned into a blow-up doll, or a dildo, or a plastic pussy. Come here, Patty. Time to put a stop to this."
Karyn turned to share a look with Jon. Oh, well. Guess we should get out of here before Patty makes her comeback, huh?
"Yap," Jon replied.
Karyn sighed. It looked liked she would have to be happy with that response for now. Because, thanks to Jon's earlier wish, she could communicate telepathically, but Jon couldn't. She sighed again. Come on, she said.
