It took a moment for Jon to process what he was seeing, and then it was primarily because he'd seen it so many times before. Or rather, not so much a lot of times as it was for a long amount of time, at least as far as people went.
After all, most people don't spend entire days staring at the inside off a shirt, unable to see anything else, well aside from the petrified intimate-flesh of his best friend, which was even less appealing than the shirt option.
So now Jon was in Sarah's shirt... but he hadn't been expecting that? 'What?'
Sarah was confused too. When she'd accidentally made her wish she was sure that Jon would take her body, probably switching places between the two of them so that she would be in Jon's body... but that didn't seem to be the case, as once the moment of... not-seeing-ness was over, the only thing that appeared to be any different was that she was no longer holding the bra that was Jon.
She checked herself. Her hips were still hers, no different from before, her arms were still in her control, and she couldn't find anything else out of the ordinary. The thought that Jon had become her bra was silly, she hadn't been wearing a bra today (she had felt she wanted to feel somewhat naughty today, and the subconscious connection of bra=boy from the day before had made her a tad more nervous than before), and after the wish she still wasn't wearing one.
Jon, though, just had to interrupt her inspection, proving that he was at least still in the vicinity, 'Hey, was that you Sarah?'
Sarah blinked, "Huh? Jon? Where are you?" She may have been in bitch mode only moments before, but having one's life flash before their eyes tends to mellow a person out, even if only for a few moments.
Besides, she, like Jon, was curious as to the answer of that question. 'I don't know, I see the inside of what looks like your shirt. Or "A" shirt anyway. And something just brushed up against me.'
Sarah thought about it. If Jon was seeing the inside of her shirt, then it was possible that he could have felt her inspecting herself for anomalies. So she got a brainstorm and pressed on one of her breasts.
'There it is again, is that you?'
"Yeah, I just touched my boob, but I don't have a bra on..."
Jon thought for a moment, '... crap. I'm in your body, but Karyn had specifically wished me to be a bra. I don't know how that would work, exactly, but I think I'm the part of your body that needs a bra, kind of like the bra part of you. That fits for both wishes...'
Sarah blinked, thought whizzing through her mind as she processed what Jon had just thought, and after a few moments of looking with surprise at the mounds beneath her shirt, she said with some disbelief in her voice, "So you're my boobs?"
Jon wanted to nod, but he didn't have a head and no muscles to perform the movement, not that he'd had any muscles before this little screw-up, but after a moment of literally hanging mostly motionlessly, only moving with Sarah's breaths, Jon replied verbally, or as verbally as he could manage, 'Yeah, I think so.'
"That's too weird."
