"I just want a pair of jeans," said Jon. "And you're overdoing this, even for a prank."
"We gave you a pair of jeans," said Karyn. "Try them on."
"Not when you're in here," said Jon. "I don't want girls seeing me naked even if I have changed."
There were footsteps outside. "Is there some trouble here?" said a female voice, probably a salesclerk or other employee.
"Nothing, nothing," said Emily.
"Hold on," said Jon. He quickly knocked the door open and started taking off his shirt, then stopped halfway through. The salesclerk walked by and looked in, since the door was open. She saw Karyn, Emily, and Jon, but Jon had his shirt in a position making it impossible to see his head, upper chest, or too much of his arms.
"Wasn't there a guy's voice here?" said the clerk, puzzled, and closed the door.
"Whew," said Jon. "I need to get some jeans on." He began to change clothes. "By the way, don't we get in trouble for trying on pantyhose here?"
"Maybe, if they catch us," said Karyn.
Jon tried on the jeans that were in his size. They didn't fit right. "My waist is loose," he said. "It's like the other ones. It should be okay after I put on a belt...."
"No," said Karyn. "Look at the old jeans, the ones you got wet. Just take the new ones off and compare them."
Jon removed the belt from his old jeans and held them up next to the new ones. "See? Same size," he said.
"I don't understand," said Karyn.
"They're my clothes, I should know what fits me," said Jon. "You transformed my body and my underwear, you didn't transform my pants. They're sort of tight around the hips but not too bad, and if I tighten my belt they won't come off from my waist."
"We need to get you some clothes that aren't so ill fitting," said Karyn.
"First of all, my pants are drying out and they'll be okay soon. Second, there's nothing wrong with just getting the new ones in my size. Tightening my belt won't hurt me. Third, if I walk around wearing clothes that are obviously half and half, people will stare."
"If I just get you girls' pants that fit you, it won't be so obvious that you can't walk a couple of hundred feet through a mall."
"Fourth..."
