Nothing happened.
"Nice try. Remember, I locked you out of the rock with a wish. It will be a little while before I trust you again with it. You did kinda go apeshit, you know," Karen reminded him.
"I said I was sorry," Jon countered.
"I know. Just give me a little more time to feel comfortable with everything," Karen assured him. "Speaking of comfortable, this shirt is kinda sweaty now and I can't walk around naked from the waist down. Let's see what we have here."
Karen lift her hand from her penis and raised herself off the bed. She started to take off her shirt and realized a problem. There was no way she could remove the left sleeve without tearing it off. Her Karen-hand was far too big for the home.
"Well, that's easily solved," Karen mumbled. "I wish Jon's belongings were adapted to the reality of all our previous wishes. I also wish to be fully knowledgable of Jon's belongings and as capable of using them as he would be."
Karen then fully undressed herself with her Karen-hand, gently pulling apart the velcro which now ran the seam of the left arm of her shirt. Clever. Karen then walked to her clothes drawer, pulled out clothes, and put them on. With a look over herself, she nodded and walked to the door.
"Karen, what about your old body?" Jon queried. Karen had been leaving her second mouth open for Jon's convenience.
Karen turned both sets of eyes to the window. "It's gonna be 90+ degrees today, Jon. No need for gloves."
"Gloves?" Jon asked confused.
"Duh! Yes, gloves. What else would you wear on your hand?" Karen responded impatiently. Jon's head turned towards his open closet where he could see an assortment of leather and fleece outfits, ranging from leotards which would cover just the torso to full body coverings that covered everything from the neck down.
"So anyway, we're heading out and I can't be seen talking to my hand."
Anything Jon might have added was cut off as Karen carefully placed the rock in her right pocket, opened the door, and firmly shut her second mouth.
