(with apologies to JMD, from whom some of this was stolen)
"Believe me, Jon," she said, trying to catch her breath, "right now, I wish I was..."
Suddenly, Karyn's body gave up its fight against Sarah's pleasuring. And as a result of her orgasm, Karyn didn't finish the sentence as she had intended. As it was, that was a good thing. Because what she was going to say was "I wish I was made of stone." And the obvious end result of that would have been a rather erotic Karyn statue in the locker room of her high school.
Not that what she actually said was any better, however. As the panties she had turned her rival into drove her over the end, Karyn threw her head back and shouted, "Sarah! My God!"
After that, things quieted down considerably in the locker room. The only real sound was the panting breaths that Karyn was taking to try and bring herself back under control. Even Jon had stopped complaining, as he waited for his friend to tell him that she was alright.
And then Karyn felt a new sensation crawling over her skin. She looked down at her hands to see them shifting slightly, skin tone changing, fingers getting stubbier, nail polish changing from a simple clear coat to a metallic pink. The action was repeating all over her body: she could feel her feet shrinking half a shoe size, then watched as her simple, dingy New Balance sneakers turned into white, shiny Nine West heels. Her calves gained tone as her jeans retreated up her legs, followed closely by socks which had become nude hose. Soon Karyn found herself encircled within a fluttery black skirt whose pink hem piping just barely reached halfway down her thighs.
The series of words that had formed in her throat came back to Karyn: "Believe me, Jon, right now I wish I was Sarah!" Had those words left her mouth while she was touching the stone?
She could feel her hips shifting, her waist shifting, her shoulders shifting, all changing to match the proportions that Sarah had had before she became underwear. Her T-shirt became a flouncy black halter top with pink polka dots, and she began to cry.
Jon could feel a shifting in himself as his straps transformed to match the halter of Karyn's new shirt, but with his limited sensory abilities he couldn't figure out what was happening. "Karyn?"
"I'm sorry, Jon." Even her telepathic voice was broken by sobs.
"What's going on out there?"
"I- I made a mistake, Jon. I don't know what to do. I'm scared, Jon."
"Okay, we'll figure something out, just take a deep-"
"I'm really sorry, Jon. Oh god, I can feel it on my face."
"Feel what?"
"I don't know what's going to happen, Jon. I don't know, I can't think straight I can't see straight, I--"
Silence.
"Karyn?"
Jon received his response in one word, but in that word he could read so much. A smugness, a confidence, a selfishness, a disdain. It was only one word, but it came out in a voice so familiar to Jon that it told him precisely what had happened and chilled him to the core of his being. It was just one word, but it carried so much weight because it came to Jon in Sarahs sarcastic tone: "Oops!"
