"Well," Karen said "Just look at yourself, Jon... You're a guy with long Blonde hair and a nice pair of breasts, and... well... you look like a Girl!"
Jon turned and looked into the wall mirror, and saw himself.
He DID look like a girl, a fairly pretty, but sad girl... Karen had a point, it wouldn't be much of a change at all if he was a girl. He couldn't believe how girlish he looked, he stared at his reflection for a long moment before turning back to Karen.
"Look, Karen... We HAVE to fix this... I'm not supposed to be like this... I'm not supposed to be a waitress... I'm not supposed to have long blonde hair... I'm not supposed to have Boobs... this is ridiculous. This morning I woke up, looking for some breakfast, and now I'm almost a girl. We just need to think about this." He was now feeling himself up. His nipples sent little tingles of pleasure though his body, and he was likeing it. Karen only giggled in response, and neither of them noticed Jon's mother enter the room.
