The moments that followed were equally uneasy. There hardly seemed to be anything to say. Karyn had a million questions, of course, but she didn't think Jon would be up to them. 'What's it like being in a Freudian nightmare? How do you feel about losing thirty years of your life?' Come to think of it, the questions would be meaningless anyway. She knew how he felt...at least as much as anyone who hadn't experienced this before could.
Her own changes had hardly registered. She was still the same age. She didn't have to face the idea that death was that much closer, or realizing that by the time she should be graduating from college that she'd be able to get a senior's discount at the movies. And the gender thing...well, that was the one constant. But Karyn had hardly had timed to register it yet. She got the impression that Jon had been like this for days. A few hours playing an old console game and not thinking of anything simply prevented her from noticing any effects.
Except...
Karyn averted her eyes, realizing where her gaze had been. The awkward silence stretched on for a few moments. Karyn dared only to occasionally glance at Jon's face; pretending instead to take interest in a room that...well, she'd actually spent a lot of time in already. But those few glances were enough to see that Jon had been watching her with an expression of mixed fascination and disgust. Did he know...?
Jon stepped towards her. His movements were different from his mothers somehow. Slightly more exaggerated and clumsy, like he was overcompensating in his balance. He sat down next to her on the bed, causing a notable shift in the mattress; and looking at her as if he was about to say something, turned instead to stare at his hands.
He doesn't know then, His unmasked fascination with her image was easy enough o rationalize. It has to be weird seeing yourself outside a mirror.
Finally, the boy turned housewife spoke up. "I...I think we-"
"Linda?" A very familiar voice interrupted. If there was such a thing as auditory vertigo, Karyn had just experienced it. Jon's mother was outside the door, calling for...Jon's mother. God, she thought, they really went that far? Has Jon been wiped?
"Yes, Linda?" The 'woman' sitting beside Karyn answered in a near identical voice.
"Affections is about to come on! I think we can be a little stingy on the housework for awhile today." Linda Madison's voice was teasing, and eager. It merely added to the building disquiet.
Jon cringed visibly, and seemingly feeling Karyn's eyes on him, blushed crimson. But in an instant his face transformed, he was smiling now, and awkwardly jumped to her...his feet. "Ooh, I don't know where my head is this morning! Isn't this the marathon?" the newer Linda's voice didn't seem very convincing to Karyn. The pitch was right, but there were strong elements of Jon in the inflection, she thought. Good enough for the psych auditors, she supposed. Maybe it was just because she'd known him for so long.
Jon left the room in some haste, but not before Karyn saw...well...
It's so big, She tried to quash the thought, but the image of Jon's, or rather his mother's, buttocks jutting between the shockingly violent swing of her child bearing hips was so...so...
Karyn felt it again, the increasingly familiar unfamiliarity of that tense, stiff heat coming from the organ she knew had replaced her clitoris. She'd never felt anything like it. Her breath was short. There was a sudden, electrical jolt. Without realizing it, Karyn had actually gripped the thing within her jeans. She knew what she wanted to do, but had no idea where it was coming from.
Soon, she found the new compulsion competing with a different urge entirely: She desperately wanted to vomit.
