Jon realized Karyn was right. He had a feeling where she would end up going with this. He knew she'd caught him looking a few times since her change and that she wasn't happy he hadn't made a bigger deal of Biff and Steve verbally assaulting her. He hadn't meant to downplay it, he was more trying to emphasize the fact that they weren't expecting her to do stuff with them as a good thing, but of course it came out all wrong. So, yeah, Jon felt like he probably deserved what was about to happen to him. Strangely, though, he was actually kind of looking forward to it. Honestly, it was going to be one of the suggestions he'd made to her for the temporary change test. Something about it excited him. He stood by the bathroom door for a second longer, thinking he could almost hear her whispering.
"Everything okay in there" he called out.
"It's fine, Jon, just give me a little longer."
Jon could hear the impatience in her voice and sighed. He went and sat back down at his desk. After fidgeting for a moment or two, he flipped on his computer and pulled up his web browser. Of course it opened right to Facebook. He was bout to click over to YouTube when something caught his eye. It was one of those silly quizzes that seem to come and go like plagues on the site. This one seemed a little different, though. "Design Your Ideal Woman and We'll Create a Custom Filter for Her" the title read. Curious, Jon clicked on the link and a page with a series of questions opened up in a new tab. Most of them had boxes that could be checked allowing for multiple answers. A few had drop down boxes where only one answer could be selected. The first question was the only one with a text box.
- What is your perfect woman's name?
On a whim, Jon started the quiz. For the first one, he typed in Brie Watson, owing to his long-standing crushes on Brie Larson and Emma Watson. The next question was a drop down box for age. Since he was just goofing around, he made her a few years younger than his 17 years old, settling on fourteen so she'd be a freshman in high school. He gave her long, wavy hair that was so red it would make a genuine Irish woman's look fake in comparison. He gave her a fair, creamy complexion that was lightly freckled. Oddly enough, when he selected the freckles a pop up window opened asking if Brie liked her freckles or not and the options were oddly specific. He ended up making her slightly self-conscious about them. In fact, there was a question on body dysmorphia right after this and he ended saying she would be very comfortable in her own skin, aware of her physical flaws yet perfectly happy with her appearance. He made her a combination of willowy, petite, and curvy but after a moment's hesitation also added in athletic. Then it came to another drop down box for height. He was 6' 1" and Karyn was around 5' 7" or 5' 8", but if Brie was going to be 14, Jon felt like she had to be shorter. He started to pick 5' 4" but ended up settling on 5' 2".
The next several questions dealt with personality and attitude. He made her reasonably intelligent, setting her reading and math skills on par with his current grade level and the rest of her schooling on average with a 9th grader. Oddly enough, he was also able to select her school grade level, which he thought would be determined by her age. According to the text, he'd selected some options that qualified her as gifted so she could have skipped a few grade levels. When he selected that she should stay in the 9th grade another pop up box appeared requiring him to select a reason why. He opted to make her only enjoy reading teen fantasy and supernatural romance novels along with an annual re-read of Pride and Prejudice and that while she was good at math she had trouble focusing on it for very long. Next, he chose to make her very personable with a bubbly, perky personality. He made her a bit of a gossip, obsessed with fashion and loving to only wear the latest fashions. At the same time she had a bit of a bohemian streak and loved music and theatre arts. There was an option for street-smart, book-smart, or naive and innocent. Without a second thought he selected naive and innocent. He made her favorite colors lavender and lilac. For attitude he made her not afraid to voice her opinions but more likely to go with the crowd when faced with a choice then set it so she would be the most popular girl in her class at school to boot. He made her fashion style reflect Brie Larson and Emma Watson's own styles, trendy with a bohemian bent. She would be extremely adept at makeup and love to glam it up a bit while also enjoying low key aesthetics. Surprisingly there was even samples of different voices he could choose. He opted for a soft, melodious lilt. Finally he reached the last question, "Who is your role model?" There were several selections of various impressive women: politicians, athletes, business women and so on. Instead, Jon selected Other. When he did, another text box appeared beside it. As a joke, he typed in the name Sarah Macmillan.
He looked it over and didn't see any questions left blank or answers he wanted to change so Jon hit the submit button. A graphic of a rotating sand egg timer appeared on the screen over the words 'Processing'. After a few moments a new window opened and on came the light on his webcam. Jon saw himself on the screen with an overlay that said, "Applying Filter." When the overlay disappeared his image shimmered for a second and suddenly, Jon found himself looking at the very girl he'd imagined as he filled out the quiz. She was following his every movement like a reflection in a mirror.
"This can't be real," Jon said but heard the voice he'd selected for Brie instead of his own. He looked down at himself and realized his feet didn't touch the floor any longer and that he was wearing low heeled sandals with rhinestone embellishments and that his toe nails were painted a shiny blue. He noticed his arms were skinnier yet a bit more defined than before. His fingernails were painted emerald green except for on the nails on his middle fingers which matched his toes. He was wearing a see-through top with capped sleeves that stopped just past his shoulders. It was black, decorated in red hearts and under it he wore red camisole that hugged his curves and cupped his breasts. He could feel his satiny bra rub his nipples as tried to stave off hyperventilating. His white skirt stopped just shy of his knees, clearly just within his school's dress code, surprised that he knew how long it had to be at all. Instinctively he straightened it, loving the smooth feeling against his tiny hands and enjoying the way it flared out a bit when he stood up. He could feel her thong as rested against her, conforming to her now flat mound. She could feel the slit and the moistness inside it where there was once...where there was once...
"Wait, was I a guy," she whispered to herself. She tried to imagine being male and a wave of revulsion shook her so hard she started to hyperventilate again. She felt her body go limp and the room go dark as she fell from her chair.
