Jon jumped as he felt his clothes shift on his body, and Karyn let out a loud laugh.
"What the hell..." Jon looked down at himself. Instead of the jeans and t-shirt he had been wearing, he was now clad in a black leotard, with white tights. A short mesh skirt hung loosely at his hips, and the outfit was completed with ballet slippers.
"That's a good look for you, Jon," Karyn said between giggles.
"It's not funny," Jon replied, "This outfit isn't very comfortable. Why did this happen? And why did just my clothes change?"
"Well, I kinda always have wanted to be a ballerina," Karyn said. "I guess since I pressed the button with the remote pointed at you, you became what I wanted to be. As for why it was just your clothes that changed, I have no idea."
"Well, at least I still have my own mind."
"Yeah. Hey, Jon, why don't you do a dance for me?" Karyn laughed.
Jon was about to say, "Very funny," but instead found himself moving. He was dancing. Karyn stared in shock at the graceful way Jon was able to move. When he finished, all she could do was stare.
"Jon, how did you do that?"
"Well, you don't become a great dancer overnight. It takes years of practice."
Karyn was confused by what Jon had just said.
"Well," Jon said, "I guess we'd better get going to class."
"What about your outfit? Don't you think it's a bit strange to go around wearing something like that?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing. I always wear this to ballet class. I'll see you at lunch, okay?" Jon said as he walked off towards the gym.
Karyn looked down at the remote she still had in her hand...
