Looking down at his jeans, he gives a sigh. 'No visual changes at least, the same dark blue skinny jeans as before.' He thinks to himself, looking back at his cute pink painted nails. This was so his color, thankfully he went to the salon the other day after he met up with Karyn, he chipped his thumb nail and nearly had a panic attack! But...no! This thing was messing with his head! As he get's to the corner Karyn is in, she looks up at him a bit shyly. "O-oh hey Jon. Nice party. I assume you used the stone to get most of this stuff tho." She mutters, not even blinking twice at his odd shirt. I mean it was kinda cute but...'No! Stay focused!" Jon thinks before speaking.
"Um, well sorta. I ma-" Before he can finish his sentence, his eyes widen. "Um, hold that thought." He says, before quickly hurrying past the crowd of people. "Jon! C'mere a sec!" He hears someone say as he notices Sarah waving him down. 'Shit...Shit, Shit!' He thinks, pushing past the last few people before hurrying up the stairs and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he hurries over to the mirror and looks at himself. What was wrong!?! Why were his breast hurting so much all of a sudden!? He puts his hands under his B cup breast, lifting them up a tad. He wasn't able to find a bra in the clothes pile, so that could be why they were so sore. Plus this damn top was super tight! He goes to take it off, but he finds as he tugs, the shirt won't go past his neck. He tries to take his arms out of the small sleeves, but his shoulders stayed locked in place. A bit of panic washes over him, as he quickly open the small drawer his mother keeps her hair supplies in. Taking out the small pair of scissors his mother uses, mainly when Mikey gets gum in his hair, and attempts to cut the damn thing. Only to have the scissors snap over it!
As he looks at the broken pair of scissors now lying on the ground, he looks back in the mirror. Why wouldn't it come off!?! He goes to open the door, his small yet perfectly manicured hand gripping the nob expertly as to not mess up his nails, he blinks a bit. With one last glance in the mirror, he puts a strand of his neck length blonde hair over his ear. Had to atleast looks presentable while wearing this thing. As he opens the door, he cringes a tad. His B cups always did like to jiggle a bit to much when he wasn't wearing a bra. Stepping out, he is a bit surprised to see Sarah leaning up against the wall. Her blonde hair flowing down her head beautiful as always, her sky blue tube top and black short shorts giving her a rather slutty appearance. Typical party wear for her. "Hey gurl, cute top." She says with a smile. "Why were you in such a rush? I highly doubt you had to go that bad." She says with a smirk.
