"I'll give you a hint," said Karyn. "It has something to do with your clothing."
Jon looked at his outfit, a perfectly tailored black skirt that ended just above the knees, a silk blouse, blazer, and matching stiletto pumps. His skirt showed off a panty line and there were a pair of bumps under his blouse, which Karyn took to be breast forms. He was wearing lipstick, eyeshadow and earrings and had his hair done in a short, but feminine, fashion. Man, she thought. The wish is really making him go all out.
"This is the same type of thing I usually wear, Karyn," he said. "I have to look professional. Mrs. Crawford was so nice giving me this job, but she's pretty strict about what her secretaries wear. I need this job, Karyn. You know how hard it is for a he-femme like me to get a job. Its just not fair how much discrimination there is. Even girls have it easier than he-femmes. Everyone thinks that because we have a high sex drive that we're total sluts who'll get ourselves knocked up at the first opportunity and have to quit. Even when we can find jobs, its always as something like a secretary or a kindergarten teacher. Nobody respects our abilities."
As Jon continued his rant, Karyn stopped giggling. "A he-femme?" she queried.
"You know," said Jon. "A male with women's breasts and reproductive organs?"
"You're boobs are real?" Karyn gasped. She had only intended to make Jon dress like a girl, not make him part girl.
"Yeah," said Jon, irritated. "You've only seen them every time we changed for gym class. Now if your done being blonde Karyn, I have a job to go to." Jon stormed off as quickly as his shoes would allow him.
Karyn sat down. Something had gone seriously wrong.
