Having made his, now her, changes, Jon proceeded to get fixed up to go out for a night on the town. She knew of the best places to go out to pick up some hapless college freshman who would be looking for the ride of his life. She needed to make a wish to make sure she knew everything about how her female body worked, particularly how to get that bra on. Once that was in place, Jon headed off to the happy hunting grounds.
Unbeknownst to Jon, someone was watching her, and him, and had been all day. Deep in her room, Zoe was not affected by the reality shifting of the stone. Though she liked being rich now, she sensed a great vibe of evil coming from the stone, as if it had its own agenda for Jon, its holder. Frantically she had been trying to find some degree of information about the stone in the texts that she had found, but nothing had turned up so far, although her search had been interrupted with her fighting off the reality altering effects of the stone. She herself was a bit exhausted, and was hopeful that Jon would have a lapse in using the stone for a small bit. Undaunted, Zoe turned back to her studies, trying to find anything, anything at all that could help her figure out what the stone wanted with Jon.
Outside of Zoe's world, Jon was having a blast cruising the streets. She loved driving slow along the main drag in town, watching every guy there look at her twice. It gave her a sense of power that she never thought she could have. Even with the power of the stone and holding the power of God himself in her hands was no comparison to the sense of control she felt now. Satisfied, she pulled into a local night club, the best spot in town, and hopped out of her car.
She approached the bouncer, who just stared at her wideeyed. "Am I on the list?" she asked, in a voice that oozed with sex appeal.
The normally collected bouncer lost his cool, and in a voice that cracked like a thirteen year old looking at his first Playboy, responded..."Y...You are now." Shaking, he opened the rope and let her into the club.
Jon walked in and immediately was transfixed by the sounds, the lights, and the glamor of the moment. As for the other patrons of the club, well, they were transfixed on her to say the least. Jon was wearing a very low cut top to show off as much ample cleavage as possible, as well as a leather miniskirt that left little to the imagination. Her 5-inch back-heeled boots added to her bad girl image, but made her look like the biggest slut in the world.
Smirking, Jon walked over to the bar and ordered up a shot. She had made this body more resistant to alcohol, so that she could act like she was getting drunk without actually getting drunk. All the better to lure the poor unsuspecting saps in. It wasn't long before a brave individual went fishing for Jon.
"Hi," the handsome young man said with a smile, stroking his brown spiked hair back in an attempt to act cool.
"Hi yourself," Jon replied playfully.
"My name is Brent. You must be new in town, I haven't seen you before."
"I am....my name is....J...Jennifer. My name is Jennifer. But everyone calls me Jenni."
"Well Jenni, pleased to meet you."
The conversation continued for about five minutes, during which time Brent made certain to buy the lady as many drinks as she wanted. Before long it looked like Jenni was more than a little tipsy, which was when Brent would normally move in for the kill. However, much to his surprise, Jenni made the first move.
"Hey," she said sexily, "I have something to show you, wanna go out back real quick." Brent nodded his head, a little put off, but eager to go ahead with things nonetheless.
The two lovebirds went into the back storeroom, and Jenni immediately forced herself on him. It wasn't long before their clothes were off and the deed was beginning.
For Jon/Jenni, the feeling was indescribable. She had had sex with Karyn as a man, and felt sensual then, but it felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire as Brent caressed every inch of her, particularly around her large, overtly sensitive breasts. However enjoyable the feeling was though, Jenni knew she had a job to do. Without waiting for a prompt from him. She positioned herself and impaled herself upon his large cock. Brent collapsed to the ground, and Jenni began to move herself up and down along its length, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure. It felt like every second was an orgasm unto itself.
Before long, she could feel Brent tense up, and knew what she had to do. She pushed herself deep onto Brent, who ejaculated into her. Much to his surprise though, the ejaculation did not stop. It kept going, and going, and going, till his eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness.
Jenni smiled, and felt a satisfaction that words could not describe. She looked down at the empty shell of a man laying before her, sleeping, and watched as his body remorphed itself into an object of feminine beauty. Obviously, with no masculine energy left within his body, he became a she rather quickly, almost looking as voluptuous as Jenni herself. Jenni smiled again, and felt full. But she still wanted to experience that feeling again. Moving the now female Brent over to the side, she collected her clothes and cleaned herself up with a convinently wished wet cloth. She then left her prey a set of clothes with which to work with, and a new identity, but neglected to give Brent, now Brenda, any idea of this new identity. A minor oversight to be sure. Adjusting her breasts, Jenni smiled and headed back to the club. The men were in for a long night indeed.
