"Everything go okay?" Karyn asked, barely able to keep a straight face.
"Not...exactly..." he stammered. Karyn couldn't be sure in the dim light, but she suspected he was blushing furiously.
She half-turned toward him in her seat, hugging his arm to her chest and leaning in to bring her lips closer to his ear so she could lower her voice.
"Tell me what happened, baby," she coaxed, trying not to giggle as she snuggled up to him. Jon was most definitely shorter and slighter than he had been, though she wasn't sure just how much. Several inches less than her own 5'8", though, she would guess. And he certainly noticed it, too, she could tell. Should she pretend not to? Could she keep from laughing that long?
Jon reluctantly told her about his run-in with the angry MILF. He even told her about the kiss, and hastened to get to the part where he pulled away and fled from her to his only sure safety in the mens room (Karyn had a strange look in her eye and the lines of her mouth were tightening, he thought, with anger). Finally he got to the point.
"I'm wearing panties, and I'm too big for 'em!" he hissed into Karyn's ear.
After her giggling eruption subsided, he explained about how he'd found himself in the bathroom, and his altered clothing.
"That doesn't sound so bad. Just how big are you?" Karyn asked, strangely forward tonight, just to see him blush.
"Th-that, I...about two or three inches," he answered, flustered.
He and Karyn were close friends, but something that direct and personal was unusual, to say the least! But then, so was his situation. He had to admit that.
