Noticing Karyn's look of discomfort, Jon replies "Stop means stop, I suppose." He reaches over, arms level with the surface of the bed, and sets Karyn down standing up with her breasts resting on top of a pillow. Heaving a sigh of relief, Karyn spent a moment massaging the base of her breasts, where they connect to her chest.
"Is there a different way you'd prefer we spend our time together, little lady?" asked Jon, mirroring Karyn's earlier jabs at his decreasing stature.
"Well," replied Karyn, fluttering her eyelids, "for starters, you have this 'little lady' at a disadvantage..."
"That height is your punishment for shrinking me and laughing about it. It's not my fault you made that bonehead wish yesterday."
"Not that, silly," giggled Karyn, "Although some relief in that department would be nice. I meant that only one of us is wearing clothes." Jon blushed well past the point of beets and into inside-of-a-watermelon territory. "Care to rectify that?" Karyn finished.
Having already removed his shoes (this being his house and all), Jon sat down to remove his socks. Just as he was about to pull his shirt over his head, however, Karyn shouted, "Come on, you can make more of a show than that!"
Jon turned, if anything, an even deeper shade of red. Unsure about how to proceed--never having considered what striptease technique might be like for a guy trying to please a girl--Jon decided to wing it. Figuring that some degree of macho bravado would probably be helpful, Jon stood up and grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, figuring that he'd tear it open (it would be useless at this size once he returned to normal anyway).
Never having tried this before, and not wanting to hurt himself, he gave an experimental tug. Not making any progress, he pulled harder. Giving in to frustration, he released the tension, tightened his grip, and then strained against the fabric with all his strength.
Not even a slight tear.
Karyn broke out in a fit of hysterical giggles. "Nice muscles there, Superman."
"Laugh it up, Thumbelina." Jon replied. Pulling his shirt over his head, he threw it playfully at Karyn. Despite his shirt's diminished size, it easily covered almost all of Karyn--it just left a little bit of a breast showing.
Now lacking an audience, Jon stripped off his remaining clothes. Reaching up to use the baseboard as a steadier support, he proceeded up onto the bed using the box-spring as an intervening ledge. Walking across to Karyn, Jon was careful to grab two points on the shirt away from, and on opposite sides of, the wiggling lump that was obviously a still-struggling Karyn. Tossing the shirt aside, Jon stood upright, giving Karyn a full view of his nude form towering over her.
