Jon sniffed, and rubbed at his eyes. Even accounting for the tears, they were wetter than he expected. Almost...gooey? He looked at his fingers. They were smudged with black from where they'd touched his eyes. He was wearing makeup. He started snuffling again, fighting to stop the tears that were returning with a vengeance. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Was this really happening? It was all so fast. He'd been about to ask the new Karyn to be his girlfriend. He'd been so happy. Giddy even. Then suddenly Sarah had wished and oh god he was a girl and it was permanent and then Karyn was throwing clothes at him telling him how good they'd look in his new body and he'd been pushed into the dressing room and and-
"Hey."
Warm arms wrapped around him.
"I don't know what's going on, but it'll be ok, y'know?" She was hugging him. Sarah McMillan was actually hugging him. He could feel her slim yet toned arms, her delicate hands snaking behind him, rubbing his back, stroking his hair. This was not something he'd ever imagined experiencing in real life. Hell, he couldn't even really make this work in his fantasies. It was Sarah McMillan. Queen Bitch of the School. She didn't coo sweet nothings in your ear, or comfort you when you were feeling down. She poured salt in the wound.
His sobs slowed. Sarah kept holding him. He could feel her breasts flattening against his chest. The breasts that were burned into the visual cortex of every heterosexual guy in the school. The breasts that Karyn now sported thanks to the first ill considered wish. The breasts that Biff may or may not have actually seen sans-bra. But they were pushing into his own breasts. And even as confusing and disturbing as the situation was, it was causing a noticeable reaction. He felt a strange cold tickle on his chest, an almost electric buzzing. His fat, female nipples were tenting his shirt. Sarah coughed and stepped back, looking away awkwardly.
Jon cleared his throat. "Sorry." Shit, I shouldn't have even said anything. What am I doing?
"It's ok. That's just something you're going to have to get used to, I guess." Shit. Shit shit shit. "Anyway, I don't know if you actually want to try these on..." Sarah gestured to the clothes he'd dumped on the floor, "...but we probably should at least get you a bra."
