I peered at Karen as a hurt look crossed her face at my laugh, "What's so funny about that, Jon?" she asked, "Why would you and I as lovers be so out of the question?"
I peered at Karen, trying to get a read on whether or not she was joking, "Karen...we've been friends for years."
"Which means you and I know each other better than most others at our school." she interupted, "We know each others strengths and weaknesses. What's wrong with that?"
I fished around in my head. The gas had to be affecting Karen - she'd never shown interest in me before this, "Karen...it's the gas. We're friends and whatever it is your thinking is coming from this stuff." I gestured to the hand vac, "I would never risk our friendship..."
"You're not risking anything, Jon," she replied, taking the vacumn from me and moving forward again, "You came to me for help and I appreciate that. You're such a trusting individual," she moved her hands forward, putting them around my now trim waist, "and so...so beautiful," she breathed.
I wasn't sure what to do as my nipples began to radiate warmth. My penis was reacting to her closeness almost as fiercly, moving quickly toward erection. I felt Karen's arms pulling at me, mashing our bodies together as she kissed me, long and full, on the mouth. For a few moments I resisted - Karen was my friend and I couldn't...wouldn't take advantage of her in this state. I started to push her away, "Karen..the gas...it's..."
"It's nothing, Jon," she insisted, drawing me close again, "It's just made you so...hot." I felt her hand squeeze my ass as she drew me in for another kiss.
"Karen...Karen..." I objected. I could barely focus through the lust I was feeling for her. My nipples were erect and my penis just as much so as she continued to kiss me, working her hands up and down my back in a sensual massage that wasn't making things any easier to concentrate. I felt the pressure behind my nipples as she continued, but didn't have time to move away as the gas erupted again, enveloping us both.
I had to breath to keep from taking advantage of Karen and so took in another lungful of the gas. This time I could feel the sensation in my face and arms. Peering over her shoulder, I got a look at my reflection. An absolutely gorgeous, feminine face looked back at me. Framed in a shock of red hair, the green eyes looked confused and slightly desperate from their recent transformation. My arms had lost their masculinity as well, forming into much more feminine muscleclature.
In fact, from the waist up, I looked like an ordinary female teenager - if a bit on the sexy side.
From the waist down, however, I was still a male. My manhood was making that painfully obvious as it pushed out on my jeans, trying to get to Karen.
Karen, again, didn't appear changed at all physically but was continueing to stroke my back as she looked in to my new face, "You're so...beautiful Jon. Your lips are so sweet and those eyes. They're perfect," she continued, "This wish is making you so beautiful." her hands moved down, stroking along curvy waist and flat abdomen, "So much...more beautiful." she reached my penis and began to stroke it.
