"Don't try to distract me, you pervert. I'm not your--" she started, but was interrupted by a familiar, cheery voice coming from the doorway.
"It looks like my two new body buddies are fast friends!" the nurse exclaimed, smiling. "Or if they're not, they probably should be," she said, fixing the girl Jon's head was now attached to with a sudden stern gaze.
"I don't have to like him. I don't want a boy watching me as I shower and dress every day, and I don't want a boy tagging along on all my dates. Oh, I'm not even going to be able to date anymore, who's going to want to go out with a girl with a boy's head attached to her?" the girl moaned, sighing dramatically.
"You're going to be together for the rest of your lives, dear, so you'd better get used to it," the nurse said with a placating smile. "Why don't you tell him your name like he asked?"
"I guess so," the girl said, and turned to Jon, looking devastated but at least not angry anymore. "My name's Jasmine. It's... nice to meet you, Jon."
"It's nice to meet you too, Jasmine," Jon replied, forcing a smile. This was beginning to feel like a very bad wish, despite how cool he'd been about it only moments ago.
The nameless nurse smiled brightly and held out a stack of clothes to them. "Why don't you get out of that hospital gown and get dressed? Your family will be along soon!" With that, she left the room, leaving them holding the clothing and wondering whose family was coming..
"I move the body, okay, Jon? It is my body and I don't want you moving it," Jasmine said, getting up before Jon could protest and removing the gown. "And close your eyes!"
Jon sighed and did so. "I can feel it anyway," he mumbled, feeling her blush a bit.
"Fine, go ahead and look," she spat, and he opened his eyes to see a petite body; small breasts, no hips, very thin.
"How old are you, Jasmine?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"I'm thirteen," she replied shortly, averting her eyes from the mirror in front of them and continuing to dress, in a plain white bra and panties, tan blouse with two necks and a light blue skirt. "Why, are you some kind of pedophile and this is like, a wet dream for you?"
"N-no," he spluttered, blushing wildly. "I was just wondering. You're ... we're so small."
"And what does that mean?" she snapped, glaring at him in the mirror now.
"We're short, Jasmine. How tall are we?" he asked, annoyed.
"Oh... um... we're 4'11," she replied, blushing.
Jon gasped, unable to help himself. "I've lost five years and a foot of height..."
She looked at him with pity in her eyes, frowning faintly. "And not just that. I'm sorry, Jon. We're a girl now," she said, cupping their breasts momentarily with her tiny hands. He sighed, but before he could reply, the door opened again and in walked...
