He couldn't see or hear, but he could feel, for some reason.
He felt something rub up against him. He had no idea that it was Karyn's hand. Jon was a shirt that Karyn had just put on. She was adjusting it, trying to make it feel better on her body, which had become more difficult ever since her accidental wish to have bigger boobs. Now all of her clothes were too tight.
She pulled off the T-shirt that she had put on. It didn't feel right on her. And suddenly, Jon's mind left the shirt and entered the bra that she was wearing underneath. It, too, was to small for her enhanced breast size. Jon could feel himself being strained from them.
Argh, Jon thought. Karyn's breasts hurt him so much.
Jon? What's the matter? Karyn asked him through telepathy.
Your breasts are hurting me.
Well, if it weren't for that stupid stone, they wouldn't be so big. Just try to hang in there until I can get new clothes.
Okay. Wait a minute. You're okay with me being your clothes? Jon asked, forgetting that it was part of his wish.
Of course I am. You've been my clothes for years.
What?!
