Jon sniffled, trying to control her suddenly volatile emotions. Had the transformation affected her mentally, too, she wondered blearily? After all, her female body had to pumping different hormones throughout her busty new form, didn't it? But then again, she was pretty sure that any normal, heterosexual guy who was abruptly changed into a buxom minx of a woman would be mourning the loss of his manhood.
A terrifying new thought crossed Jon's mind. Was she still attracted to women? She could think of one quick way to find out blinking, she opened her eyes to stare directly at her own massive, quivering breasts in the mirror. Her round, firm breasts stared back at her, pushing against one another enticingly, topped with those huge, puffy nipples that couldn't help but to sway back and forth from the center of her never-ending tits. Jon was relieved, and disturbed, as she felt a strange, warm, pleasurable tingling radiating through her body, originating from her new pussy.
Jon tore her eyes away from her breasts, the feeling fading, not ready or willing to confront that new part of her anatomy anytime soon. She dried her eyes, feeling a bit better that at least some remnant of her masculinity remained, as small as it may be. She used one dainty hand to also dry her vast breasts, still moist with tears. Although she was careful this time to avoid touching her sensitive nipples, she still felt another rush of unwanted pleasure from even that light brush against her mammaries.
Jon ripped her hands from her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. 'No, no, no!' She thought, tired of feeling like a slave to her strange new body. Maybe if she could put some clothes on, she'd feel less distracted by her feminine assets? But what about Karyn's wish? Jon shook her head ferociously, setting off some particularly exuberant jiggling in her breasts as they bounced from side to side. No, she was determined to fight this! And the first step towards beating this was to put a damn shirt on!
Jon glanced towards the closet, hoping that someone in Karyn's family kept some spare clothes in the guest room. She walked unsteadily on her petite feet towards the closet, her plump ass jiggling in concert with her bountiful breasts. Jon threw open the closet doors once she had reached them, surveying the sparse collection of clothes inside. A small child's pair of jeans a flowery dress that Jon had no intention of touching a too-small bra that she was sure had no chance of holding her bountiful breasts ah, there! Jon reached into the corner of the closet and plucked a plain, white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black yoga pants.
These were the best she was going to get. Jon quickly tugged the yoga pants on over plush tush, and pulled the shirt over her head. The pants had probably been Karyn's from a few years ago, until she'd outgrown them, and were a bit too small on Jon's new form, clinging tightly to her shapely rear. Luckily, Jon was able to squeeze into them due to his tiny new body, and her ass actually looked pretty damn good in the form-fitting pants, to Jon's dismay. The shirt, on the other hand, managed to be both too long, engulfing her tiny arms and hands in its sleeves, and too snug around her chest, where her breasts threatened to spill completely out of the shirt's confines. As it was, she was showing quite a bit of cleavage as the top half of her huge breasts peeked naughtily out of the shirt's collar, and Jon noted unhappily that her large nipples were clearly visible beneath the fabric, tenting the white shirt noticeably.
Jon eyed herself in the mirror apprehensively. Not ideal, to be sure, but it was certainly better than running around in the buff, flashing everyone she saw. Unfortunately for Jon, it wasn't long before her body began to reject its newly clothed state. Within a minute or two, Jon could already tell that something was wrong, as a faint tingling feeling began to advance across her curvy body. 'No,' she thought. 'I'm going to fight this. I'm going to wear this clothing if it kills me.' She whimpered as the feeling intensified, like pins and needles spreading against her flesh. She moaned, trying to fight the strange sensation, but it was futile. Soon, Jon's whole body itched unbearably, and she was unable to resist any longer. She clawed at her clothes, ripping the pants from her legs, exposing her bare ass to the cool, air-conditioned air once again, and pulling the shirt up over her head. The shirt snagged for a moment, becoming stuck against her ponderous breasts, but with one final mighty tug, she tore it off, her ridiculous breasts flopping wildly as they were released from their cloth prison.
Jon panted, her breasts rising and falling heavily, as she stood naked once again, returned to her incredibly sexy birthday suit. The maddening itch had vanished as soon as soon as she had fully unclothed herself. Jon was demoralized all over again, feeling helpless and vulnerable as she shivered in the cool air. It seemed that the wishing rock was determined to keep her in the nude, as she'd known it would deep down. 'No clothes for me,' she thought deliriously, staring down at her bare, jiggling form. Jon was ready to break down in tears once again when she heard a heavy knocking coming from the door. "Jon, you in there?" A deep male voice called from the door's other side. Karyn was back
