Karyn grinned, 'Well, what did you expect?' She looked herself in a mirror hung on the inner door of the changing booth, admiring herself as she did, 'I always had the body for it, and now I'm even bigger, if I can't flaunt it then it's just annoying.' Karyn suppressed a giggle at her image, reveling in the feeling of knowing that she'd be capturing the attentions of many, many young men, and probably a few girls too. She was hot.
And Jon, now a skimpy, bright red string bikini, barely large enough to cover what needed to be covered, only served to amplify the image.
To Jon being a bikini meant that he was now single-layered, that his panty was on the outside and thus he was able to see outside of himself just fine, unlike it had been when he'd been reading Karyn's notes and such, it was so much more vivid that... well, it seemed somehow more real, as well as being much, much harder to ignore. It didn't help that he, being without eyelids, couldn't close his eyes. It also didn't help that when Karyn turned her hips that meant that his vantage point changed rather dramatically, as if his head was being turned from side to side, and no matter which way he was made to look one or both of Karyn's legs were constantly bordering his line of sight, and if he looked down he could and would easily be reminded of the fact that his vision was based in a place that was solidly between Karyn's legs, as looking down meant that his view was looking straight down between the very base of her legs, staring at the inside of her knees and then back around her bum again. Of course, when Karyn realized that he was looking out her bum, she decided to turn all the way around and look at her own rear in the mirror, affording Jon quite a nice view of her ass, encased in... well, him, who happened to be a rather flimsy little piece of red cloth that promised of more. She wiggled a little, obviously pleased that Jon was paying so much attention, and Jon's perspective wiggled in response.
Once Jon was finished staring out Karyn's ass, which was an interesting thought considering that most other boys would have to make do with simply staring AT said ass, she decided to turn back around and stand, quietly, staring at herself, and Jon, in the mirror.
Affording Jon the best look at himself yet. He looked in the mirror, and Karyn's crotch stared back. He could see Karyn's crotch, but he couldn't see himself, Jon couldn't see Jon, only that little red string bikini and the girl wearing it. He then tried looking out that other part of himself, and found that Karyn's chest was staring back at him, the whole world moving up and down, back and forth with Karyn's gentle breathing. In fact, if he tried he found that he could move his vision to a part of her top that afforded him a nice view between her breasts. And even beyond that he knew that if he wanted to he could look inward and see everything, laid bare just for him, and since there was now much less cloth between the sun and Karyn's skin, much more light could get down there.
Karyn sighed, and decided to make her way outside, slinging her beach-bag over one shoulder and opening the door. Shrugging off the mild embarrassment that came when she realized that the only thing between her naked body and a bunch of roving male eyes was another male, which himself was drastically reduced to just a few pieces of cloth, and who himself was actually effectively naked. It wasn't as though there was much she could, or even wanted to do much about it, though, so she just shrugged it off, as far as anyone was concerned nothing was out of the ordinary. She was a good looking girl wearing a flattering bikini, that was all.
