"Well, I guess we better get cleaned, may as well spend the rest of the day getting used to it..."
Karyn responded by allowing her body to move by Jon's will, according to the messages he was sending her through her butt, and ruminated on how strange it felt to be moving around so smoothly without actually doing any of the movements in question. It felt kind of like she was doing a full body twitch, except stronger and more coordinated. It was all against her will, but at the same time she still felt like she was the one doing everything that she was doing. She knew that the movement messages weren't coming from HER, but her body still felt as though this was the case.
Jon hardly noticed that anything was different to Karyn, and was already starting to get used to the sensation of having a girl being his hand, and all the new feelings that came associated with that. In fact, the portions of his brain responsible for controlling his body and receiving and perceiving all of his sensory information was...
Well, in all honesty, HIS brain wasn't all that much different. What was different was that his mind now encompassed two brains, both 'his' and 'hers', so Jon didn't so much as directly control Karyn's body by moving her muscles as he did indirectly through telling Karyn's brain what to do, which then allowed her sense of coordination to keep her from being... well, uncoordinated, and allowed her brain to receive and interpret sensory information and simply sent it all back to Jon's brain.
This was the reason that Karyn felt as though she was doing everything that Jon was making her do, and why Jon's commands were so coordinated, and why he wasn't truly feeling sensory overload, as by all rights he should have been.
Not that either of them cared all that much, as they had other things on their minds. For Jon it was the feelings of responsibility; no longer could he simply move around, he had to move Karyn around too, of which he was reminded when he tried to get out of bed and stretch, only to find that his arm wasn't strong enough to lift Karyn's now curled-up body, which was curled up in response to his making his hand into a fist, from it's place on his bed, and when she fell, bumping her head. Karyn was trying to come to terms with the listless feeling of not being responsible for what her own body did; when Jon had crawled to the edge of his bed she hadn't followed, because he hadn't made her follow him, and when he stood up and tried to stretch, she hadn't done a thing to prevent him from doing so, she hadn't gotten out of bed with him, she hadn't even considered stopping herself from balling into a human sized-and-shaped fist, and when she was eventually pulled off of the bed by Jon's wrist, which then turned her so that she fell face-first onto the bed, the most that she did of her own volition was to close her eyes to as not to get dirt in them. Indeed, when she'd yelped in surprise and pain, it had been Jon's doing that had made her do so.
And frankly, it was just weird. One person should not be that strongly in command of another that even the most basic of instincts are ignored by the one being controlled in favor of what the controller does or does not do.
And as Jon complained to himself about the stupidity of it all, he tried to fight the urge to simply pull his fist up and try to stand up as he always had before. After all, he wasn't lifting a ball of flesh, that ball of flesh had to support itself, and as such he had to get Karyn to stand.
Doing so was as easy as he expected, but he realized, as he looked into Karyn's curious eyes, that that body wasn't going to move itself anymore. Even if it was just because of a wish, Karyn wasn't going to move herself anymore, it was Jon's fault and he had to take responsibility.
And that would take some practice.
