"What I mean is," Karyn said, a slight hint of exasperation in her voice, "look at you. Long red hair, high-heeled shoes, fingernails half-painted pink, it's the most natural thing for you to start wearing women's clothes. I mean, everybody knows you already wear women's underwear. I'm surprised that you hadn't made this wish earlier!"
"But Karyn," Jon explained, taking a step toward his friend, "all those things are because I've been blurting out wishes! I don't want any of these things, I just want to be normal!"
Karyn sighed, but in doing so took in a large breath of Jon's scent. Her eyes and her face flushed as a hint of arousal hit her. She took another deep breath, obviously enjoying the feeling, ignoring the alarm bells in her head that had warned her to keep her distance.
"I don't know why you'd want it any differently," she purred, opening her eyes and staring at him with teenage lust, "You look hot."
Realizing what was happening, Jon took a step back. A gust of wind blew in from outside, giving him the hope that his scent would dissipate. Unfortunately, though, the wind grabbed the door and slammed it behind him. Instantly he could tell the difference as his aroma intensified, even with the open window. Karyn began to approach him.
"Don't be nervous, Jon," she said, "I know it's your smell. It's not like we haven't been down this road before." she lay her hand on the scoop-neck of his t-shirt and began to let it slide down his chest, his exposed midriff, then finally onto his leather skirt. Rubbing up and down, her hand massaged his growing penis through the tough material.
"Karyn, you're not thinking right!" his voice cracked as he moved her hand away from his groin, only to have it replaced by the other hand, "Get ahold of yourself!"
"I can think of something else I'd rather get ahold of," she giggled, giving his erection a squeeze through his miniskirt. Before he could retort, she had launched herself at him, her tongue entering his mouth, her nostrils flaring as she drowned herself in his fragrance, her hand desperately attempting to unbuckle his miniskirt so she could get at his erection.
Of course Jon enjoyed the feeling of the blonde, stacked Karyn throwing herself at him. For years he'd harboured a crush on his friend, but had never acted on it. He had told himself that it was because he didn't want to ruin the good thing that they had, but in reality he was far too much of a coward to move forward in their relationship.
Karyn pulled back from him momentarily. He instantly missed the feel of her mouth on his, her soft lips, her tongue entwined with his. "See? I'm not so bad," she said, coyly.
"Not so bad at all," Jon replied, leaning in for another kiss, "I wish I had soft, succulent, pouty lips."
He couldn't see it, but Jon knew that his hand flashed. Karyn's eyes grew wide as she stared at his mouth. Experimentally, he allowed his tongue out of his mouth and felt the new lips.
Big, puffy, soft, lips that had no business on the face of a teenage boy. Lips that would be in his mind as he jacked off at night, imagining a mouth on his penis rather than his moisturized hand, lips that he'd get excited over if they had only been on someone else.
Jon, naturally...
