"What did you do to me, Karyn?" Jon asked firmly.
"You'll just have to figure it out for yourself."
Jon looked himself over. Nothing was different. He was still a guy, he didn't have breasts, and his clothes were the same thing he always wore: a pink and leotard and tutu with pink tights and ballet slippers. It must be a trick, he thought, she probably just went into the other room and sat there for a few minutes trying to play with my head.
