Ok, so what's changed?, Jon thought to himself as he looked himself over.
First thing he noticed was that his legs were somewhat different, they were slimmer then his old legs were and the knees seemed to have more range of movement then his old legs did, his feet and socks were still enclosed in his socks and shoes from earlier, but he could definently feel that something else was wrong about them. They weren't missing or turned into claws, or tentacles or something but there was definently something not right about them.
Jon then reached down and felt around his waist, he took stock of everything that he knew of that was already changed...
Crotch-Breasts, check... No size increase that he could see, no more extra ones popping up
Asshole, asshole, asshole... errr, Missing? Jon thought, he knew that it had closed up previously but now he couldn't even find his asscrack. He ran his hands all over his butt and found that it was one smooth round flattened object.
Jon looked at his reflection in the silver of the fridge's door, he couldn't see any other changes except for his legs and his ass. Just for kicks, Jon wanted to confirm that his momentary appearance of abs. Just as he suspected, his abs were gone... but so was something else. His navel was missing. Jon lifted up his shirt further and looked at his chest. It seems that a fair few things had happened on his stomach.
Firstly, his nipples were gone, his pecks had toned down significantly in definition, making his entire chest and stomach area rather smooth. Between where his nipples used to be now sat his navel, and it almost looked like it was upside down.
Jon was having a little trouble standing and walking properly, his legs didn't want to do what he wanted them to do, so he sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, careful to make sure it was the same one he sat on earlier. Jon grabbed his left shoe and pulled it off, underneath his foot seemed to be reasonably normal, so he peeled of his sock. Underneath he was stunned as to what he saw. Jon's left foot was now an identical copy of his left hand! Right down to the scar on the back of his left wrist. Lifting his skirt up to examine his entire left leg, it now appears that his entire leg had been replaced with a duplicate of his arm and his foot had been replaced with a duplicate hand.
Jon flexed his new "foot", all the fingers and thumb appeared to be just as dexterous as his hand, but still felt like his foot, the same way his breasts still felt like his penis and testicles. Scrunching up his right foot inside it's shoe, he determined that the right foot was also a hand now.
Jon put his left shoe and sock back on and tried to stand up again, bracing his hand against the table before realizing what he was doing. Jon's feet tingled again, suddenly his shoes and socks morphed too. They changed into thin black cotton socks and a pair of black, ankle high, lace up heeled boots. Now that Jon thought about it, they matched the miniskirt he'd been consigned to wear since this game started. Interestingly enough, they still had enough support to help him walk on his new feet-hands around the kitchen.
Suddenly Jon felt like he needed to pee, afterall he'd just guzzled 4 colas in a matter of moments and he probably had a smaller bladder now thanks to the changes down below. Jon was worried about how exactly he was supposed to go to the bathroom with no actual penis or asshole, but urgency got the better of him as he bolted out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I'll figure it out when I get there!, he exclaimed, God I'm gonna piss myself... I think, if I don't go now!
Jon ran up the stairs as fast as his new legs could carry him, relying on the banister for support and made it all the way to the bathroom, thankfully the door was already open and Jon could go right in. He found out that Karyn had been busy while he was drinking out in the kitchen. She'd been working on the plumbing in the bathroom of all things. Since the pipes were an object in the house, they'd transformed her too when she first touched them. Jon heard Karyn muttering in a drawl almost identical to Yogi Bear.
