Jon stared at his friend who now held the stone in front of her, rolling it in her fingers. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Sure, he had been a jerk, but being forced to paint his nails, dress like a girl, and now have boobs? Was Karyn worth it?
As soon as the question entered his mind he knew the answer: of course she was. She was his best friend. He'd go along with whatever she wanted. That didn't mean, however, that he couldn't try to convince her otherwise.
"Karyn, seriously, you don't need to do this. I'm willing to make an effort and be a better friend, but boobs? Please don't do this!"
Karyn smiled. It was a hungry smile, one that told him she knew more than she was letting on. What could she be thinking?
"Of course, Jon. I'm willing to compromise too. I won't give you boobs," she tossed the stone in the air and caught it, "You will."
"What?"
Smiling slyly, Karyn fished about in her purse and then produced a small bottle of pills.
Oh no, thought Jon, with mounting horror.
"These are my birth control pills," Karyn explained. "They work with estrogen. I want you take one of these every day until I forgive you."
"Karyn," Jon whined. "If I take these..."
"You'll grow boobs. Kind of the point there, Jon."
"But it will be permanent!"
"It's a small price to pay after what you did isn't it? Besides: my boobs are permanent, and you never here mecomplain."
"But that's different!" cried Jon. "I'm not a girl!"
Instantly he realized his mistake. Karyn smiled maliciously: "We'll see about that!"
