"I don't think I could hang out with someone who didn't have as much of an interest in fashion and make-up as I do. I mean, you look like a tomboy, for godsakes."
"Yeah, well that's my look. I like the way I am," Karyn said, feeling a little annoyed. Why was Jon acting like this all of a sudden? Did her wish do something unexpected to him? Little did she know, it was Zoe who made him like this, thanks to Karyn's wish. Now he only cared about three things: fashion, make-up, and impressing boys. With those kinds of interests, he just wasn't the same Jon that Karyn knew anymore.
Jon clicked his tongue. "Come with me," he grabbed Karyn by the forearm and pulled her inside, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. What followed was an extremely liberal use of Jon's magic closet, and a flurry of half-hearted protests from Karyn that were all but ignored by Jon. The friend who was still technically a boy was respectful, but insistent, providing Karyn with a changing curtain before insisting she strip naked behind it. Jeans, sweater, shoes, underwear, everything was forfeit.
Karyn peeked around the side of the changing curtain, nervously watching as Jon examined the forfeited garments with a vague disinterest. Should she use the stone again? She didn't know what had happened to Jon to make him like this, so she wasn't even sure what to wish for. She'd have to play along until she had a better idea of what needed to be done.
Jon let out a long sigh and turned away from the small pile of what he barely even considered to be casual-wear. Extending an arm into his enhanced closet, Jon removed a hanger with a simple set of undergarments. Nude-colored. Functional, but sleek. The 10% spandex bikini briefs would give Karyn a significantly more streamlined silhouette than the white cotton affair she'd been wearing before. The molded-cup bra would look practically invisible under any top.
And as Karyn donned the garments, she was surprised to find that they were, in fact, more comfortable than what she'd been wearing all day. It was the difference between high-quality items individually-tailored for her body, over mass-produced, affordable, big-box store underwear. Karyn wasn't sure how to feel about this.
But she didn't have time to think about it, as a yellow camisole was flung over her curtain, followed by a deep emerald blouse and a bright mustard skirt with a floral print. The top must have been silk, and the skirt would have been practically transparent if not for the built-in liner. It was much more delicate than anything Karyn owned, so she found herself taking special care when putting the garments on.
