Jon was worried that something had gone terribly wrong with the wishing rock, and the wording of their last few wishes. He just couldn't figure out what! All he knew was that women seemed to be able to change him with a kiss, now, and nobody but himself though this was strange. If Karyn was distressed at all, she sure was hiding it well. He was happy enough to have escaped a scolding about kissing other women to bring the subject up again just now. He had not told her about the twins who'd kissed him on his way back, or how they seem to have shrunken him and made his face just as soft and smooth as the rest of the skin on his body below the neck. all trace of stubble was gone, even the peach-fuzz he'd been considering the merits of shaving. His fingers had told him that his eyebrows were thinner, too, but he hadn't yet seen them for himself. Nor had he seen the long, thick eyelashes that made his otherwise unremarkable eyes seem somehow wider, brighter, and more captivating.
He tried not to think about his poor little...choice of words. He winced as soon as he thought them. Then he tried again not to think about his once-proud and majestic Staff of Power reduced to little more than the Weeny of Isitinyet. It didn't work, nor did it help.
He tried not to think about the way his pouch has drawn up against him, tightening around his dwindling marbles till not a wrinkle was to be found. He tried not to think about how he could feel them even now, small and worried and held tightly against his pelvis in a little sissy-sack. It didn't work, nor did it help.
Even not thinking about those blasted panties didn't help, since he could feel his tiny little stiffy rubbing against the soft cotton every time he shifted his hips.
"Oh, jeez...it didn't take that to mean two or three inches while erect, did it? Good grief!" he thought to himself, even his inner voice having a high-pitched, girlish note of panic that made him wince both inside and out.
He could swear that Karyn was doing this on purpose, but this was neither the time nor the place to make a scene about it. Not with him feeling as nervous as a virgin on prom night. Jon made a face and tried to chase away his own imagination before he started wondering what he might look like in a prom dress right now, desperately trying to turn his attention back to the movie and away from his body or Karyn's wandering hands and questionable motives.
Karyn, for her part, was also wondering about those last few wishes with the magical rock. She thought it was interesting that she wasn't the only one who could change Jon with a kiss, and wondering just how extensive this strange realignment of reality had been. Could anyone kiss Jon and change him? Was it only women, or only women older than he was? Karyn knew that she was almost two full months older than Jon, and had teased him about it often when they were kids, so that could have been a factor. Even still, it must have been SOME kiss to have had such an extensive effect on Jon. Either that, or there was more than he hadn't told her. That thought made her smile, as did the feel of Jon squirming in his seat beside her again.
