Jon was sitting on the bed now wrapped up in his thoughts. There was a knock at Jon's door, pulling him back to the new world around him and in walks Karyn, wearing a skirt and a frilly blouse.
"Karyn?" Jon looked her up and down surprised at her attire. She gave him a confused and troubled look.
"Jon, you know I'm not Karyn right?" She asked, looking like her heart sank a little. "I thought you were the only one able to distinguish us. Ever since we were little..." Her face looked sad and she shook her head and gave a fake smile. Jon visibly winced. "Anyways, your birth mother let me in." She sat down beside Jon.
¬¬¬I've really fucked up and don't know who I'm talking to. Jon looked at her again like he was seeing her for the first time. He was still amazed to see Karyn wear anything remotely feminine without being forced to.
"Um..." Jon didn't really know how to talk to her now that he didn't know who she was. He was still holding the stone up and wondered if he needed to make a wish to not step on any more toes now.
"Oh! The stone again." She frowned. "When Karyn mentioned it I almost didn't believe we didn’t have these." She brushed her breasts against Jon's shoulder. "Or this hair." She flicked it and batted her eyes at Jon seductively. Just as Jon was about to lean in for a kiss she pulled back, and pinched his cheek.
"Ow!"
"That's what you get for mistaking me with Karyn. That really brought me out of the mood I was in." She scolded him. " So, you want to just hang out?" She shrugged her shoulder and laid back on the bed next to Jon.
"Uh, yeah. We could..." Jon was reeling trying to think of something.
