When he could look at himself again, after the momentary compulsion to turn his head, Jon was a little disappointed. He didn't look that different, just like a female version of himself. His hips were a little wider and waist a little thinner, things around seemed just a bit bigger, and he had breasts - kind of on the small side.
There were a few other changes too, but more noticable was that his clothing had shifted along with him. The new girl was still wearing jeans, but cut to fit a female body, and a bit more low-rise and hip-hugging that he would expect. The waistband of his, no - her panties would peek above the waistband of her jeans. Her red shirt was a bit tighter, more formfitting, a 'babydoll' style tee, that flattered her smallish bust, and showed the shadow of a bra beneath.
Looking in the mirror, she sighed. "Man... average boy makes average girl. I had hoped to be a bit sexier...." She blinked a few times at her voice, which was a bit higher pitched and softer, but still recognizable as Jon's. "Let's see... where to start?" She sighs again. "This is only temporary of course, but I wish I had bigger breasts and an overall sexier look."
This time, the chages were a little more pronounced. Jon's breasts swelled from smallish B to largish E, her lips got fuller and more pouty, lashes longer, hair dark and straight with ash highlights. Her waist trimmed another inch even as her hips widened slightly and her rear a little larger. Her eyes became slightly slanted as her skintone shifted, from peaches-and-cream to a more exotic golden. She lost a few more inches in height, settling in at about 5'2. But even more drastic were the changes to her outfit. Her jeans darkened to jet black and legs practically seemed to melt away, going first to a pair of barely-there hotpants before settling on a micro-miniskirt that would hardly conceal the white silk g-string she now wears. Likewise, her red tee-shirt shifted and stretched and changed, becoming a red silk halter top bikini-top, large triangles of fabric covering her breasts, and tiny strings tying behind her back and neck. Last to change was the footwear, going from average tennis shoes to knee-high, black-and-red go-go boots.
Jon stared at her reflection in the mirror - from all-American average girl to Japanese clubbing diva.
Just then, her phone rang. Without thinking, she answered with a breathy, slightly accented "Yeah?"
