"Look at what you're wearing and then look at what I'm wearing," said Karyn. Karyn was wearing a similar schoolgirl outfit. The same schoolgirl outfit that girls had to wear to the high school they attended. "Then try checking between your legs."
"I still don't see anything abnormal," said Jon. He looked in the mirror again. His long blonde hair fell past his shoulders, his dd-cup breasts jiggled as he moved. He checked beneath his panties, slipping his fingers between his pussy lips. Even his pubic hair was blonde. "I mean, these are the same style clothes that I've worn to school since I got my sex change operation when I was twelve. You know how much I had to work to convince Mom and Dad to let me have those operations, particularly since becoming fully functional would mean that I could never have it reversed. You've been such a good friend to me and one of the few people who understood that this is what I wanted to be. Replacing my penis with a vagina and womb so I could have babies, getting genetic therapy so I could develop breasts so I could nurse my babies. All the rest of the operations and therapy. You were such a good friend, helping me pick out my first bra, teaching me how to put in a tampon and helping me get comfortable showering in front of the other girls." Jon cupped his DD-cup breasts in his hands and let go, sighing as he watched them bounce back down. "I just don't see it, Karyn. What did you do?"
"You never had your sex changed," answered Karyn. "You're supposed to be male, not female. I used the stone to change your gender."
"But I remember the trips to the hospital for the surgeries," said Jon. "Mom and Dad's resistance to my becoming a girl. You helping me learn to adjust and deal with the kids who picked on me for what I had done. We bonded, Karyn, we really did. Helping me change something that fundamental in my nature gave us such a sense of intimacy that our friendship didn't have before. A sex change is a big deal, Karyn. How could all that have been faked, even by the stone?"
