Now Jon was the person in the picture, and Karyn was the person taking the picture, which meant that Jon was literally in the mirror, and Karyn was the girl taking the picture.
Karyn, in this unknown girl's body, put down the phone she was holding to take the picture and looked around. Since she wasn't around when Jon made the wish, she shouldn't think anything had changed, but being suddenly transported from her house to this body, and already knowing about the stone, Karyn suspected Jon was up to something.
"Jon," she called angrily, surprised at the soft sultry sound of her new voice. "Jon, I know you did this. What are you up to?"
Hearing no reply, Karyn looked back into the mirror at her new reflection. She made a few faces at herself, getting familiar with the her new body. As she studied her new body, she started noticing something strange about the reflection in the mirror: it didn't always move the same way she did. Staring at her reflection, she raised her right hand in the air. Her reflection didn't move.
What's going on here? Karyn thought. Then she had an idea.
"Jon, is that you in the mirror?"
Her reflection nodded even though Karyn had not nodded.
"What did you do?" she asked. But Jon had no way of responding. Then Karyn noticed some cosmetics on a table beside the sink, which gave her another idea. She grabbed a tube of lipstick and set it on the counter in front of the mirror.
"Jon, see if you can interact with that tube of lipstick." Karyn saw her new reflection pick up the tube of lipstick and uncap it. Then her reflection shrugged its shoulders, seeming to say, Okay, now what?
"Now, try to write on the mirror with the lipstick. If you can do it, tell me what you wished for."
Her new reflection put the lipstick to its side of the mirror and began to write. It showed up clearly, if backwards, and Jon scribbled what his wish had been.
"Jon, you are such an idiot sometimes," Karyn said. "So, now I have to live this slut's life for a day?" Jon shrugged and nodded. "I don't even know what this girl does, so how am I ..." Before Karyn could finish her sentence, she felt pulled to leave the bathroom. Her body, seeming to move on its own, walked naked down a hall, past several doors, and into the last door at the end of the hall. She entered a room that she assumed was this woman's bedroom and began to get dressed.
Jesus, Jon, every article of clothing this woman owns seems designed to do the opposite of what clothing is supposed to do--it reveals more than it hides, Karyn thought to herself while her new body continued to clothe itself as though on autopilot.
Finally, after getting dressed in the most skimpy outfit she had ever worn and after putting on what she considered to be far too much makeup, Karyn left the bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen where she saw two other similarly slutty looking women whom she assumed were her roommates. One was a skinny blonde girl, the other a slim brunette with wavy hair.
"Good morning, Grace," the skinny blonde girl said to Karyn. "Are you going to the salon today?"
"You know it, " said Karyn in a chipper voice. "I can't miss my weekly mani-pedi."
"Well, I wish we could join you, but Ashe and I are going on a date later," said the other girl, the one with the beautiful brown hair, grabbing the blonde butt.
"Stop it, Sabrina," laughed Ashe as she playfully swatted Sabrina's hand away. "You don't want to get Grace all worked up before her appointment."
"I wish I could join you two," Karyn found herself saying, "but I have to keep my appointment. I have a big shoot on Monday." Great, thought Karyn, I'm apparently living the life of a lesbian model of some kind. This should be an interesting day. Then Karyn found her body moving again. She grabbed a disposable coffee cup from beside the coffee maker and filled up her cup, and then she grabbed a muffin from a basket on the counter as she began walking out of the house. "I'll see you girls later," Karyn said, winking at her roommates.
She left the house and walked a block to the bus stop. Getting on the bus, she was acutely aware of all eyes on her, mostly men's eyes, but some women's. Sitting toward the back of the bus, she looked up at the man sitting across from her. He was clearly trying to steal furtive glances in her direction. Her body, moving of its own accord, began to spread its legs just a little, and she began to moan ever so slightly as she munched on her muffin. She was putting on a show for this man, clearly making him uncomfortable if a more than a little excited. Karyn was powerless to stop herself.
By the time she finished her muffin, she was apparently at her stop, as she found herself standing up and exiting the bus. She looked around to see where she had gotten off, but her body was already heading in the direction of a very posh looking nail salon. When she entered the building, she was greeted at the front desk and ushered to a seat in the back of the salon where she was given a towel with which she covered herself as she sat in the chair. Karyn tried to study her surroundings but Grace's body had other plans, closing her eyes and humming to herself. Karyn could feel someone working on her nails, but Grace's body, apparently a regular at this salon, did not feel the need to open its eyes or pay attention to what was going on. Only after it was all done was Karyn allowed to open her eyes and see what the salon works had done to her.
Karyn, always the tomboy, never had herself pampered like this, but she had to admit that she could get used to this lifestyle.
