"What do you want to do know?" asked Gary, as he threw himself onto the couch opposite Jon. Jon now envied Gary for being able to relax like that, spread out on the couch. As Jon took a seat again himself, he was forced to keep his knees together as he lowered his ass down onto the couch delicately, before femininely crossing his legs. He folded his hands daintily in his lap, subtly propping up his boobs with his arms.
"Like, I don't know," said Jon. He cringed at his high, girly voice and valley girl accent. "This body is, like, totally new to me still."
"It's about five o'clock now..." said Gary. "Are you hungry?"
"I, like, hadn't thought about it?" Jon said. Why did Gary have to make him sound so dumb? Now that he thought about it, though, he hadn't eaten since lunch. He was kind of hungry but this whole experience had distracted him from realizing.
"Well I'm hungry," said Gary. "Let's go out and grab something to eat."
Jon rolled his eyes at Gary, "Like, you expect to go out? Like this?" He gestured girlishly with his hands at his body.
"You'll have to sometime," said Gary. "Give you a chance to experience life as a girl before school tomorrow."
"Like, fine," sighed Jon, pulling something from his newly-formed handbag. "I guess I will be, like, living this life for a while anyway."
"Look, I know it's a lot," admitted Gary. "But I figured if you're going to be a girl, you might as well get the full experience! If I just gave you a vagina it wouldn't have changed much, you'd just have been the same old Jon, but as a girl."
"Like, whatever," Jon said, sounding like an obnoxious popular girl.
"Anyway, where do you want to eat?" asked Gary, standing up.
"Like, I don't know. Like, you probably changed my, like, tastes or whatever anyway." Jon said sarcastically.
Gary laughed, "I wouldn't be surprised if I have, as a side effect."
Jon made a face at Gary.
"You have no idea how sexy that was," said Gary.
"You're, like, such a perv!" Jon retorted. "You totally just, like, made me into your dream girl."
"So what if I did?" said Gary, as he picked his wallet up from the table. "Anyway, let's walk down to the strip mall. There's a couple of food places there." There was a small strip mall in the neighborhood that was within a short walking distance of Gary's house.
"Like, walk?" Jon asked.
"Yeah!" said Gary. "It'll be good practice for you in those heels!"
"Ughh," Jon groaned. "You're, like, unbelievable."
"You're the one that's unbelievable," said Gary.
"Like, what do you mean?"
"Look at yourself!"
Jon turned to look at his reflection in the compact mirror he was daintily holding up to his face, pulling the mascara wand away from his eyelashes.
Wait, what?
Jon did a double take. Had he been doing makeup? He looked at the wand in his hand and the various items he'd never seen before in his life strewn across his lap. What was he doing?
He realized that the whole time Gary was getting ready to go out, he had been touching up his makeup. He hadn't even noticed what he was doing was strange, it just felt so natural to him!
In fact, as he looked at his reflection in the compact mirror, he suddenly realized this was the first time he'd seen his reflection. Well, the first time he'd consciously noticed his reflection anyway, as he seemed to have been subconsciously looking at it for a while now. He was beautiful. He could not believe that the impossibly hot blonde (complete with freshly-applied touched-up makeup) was actually him.
But it was him, indubitably. Every movement he made, the girl in the mirror reflected. It was surreal. As he admired his gorgeous face, he gradually became aware of Gary laughing.
"I wondered how long it would take for you to notice!" Gary said. "You didn't react at all when you pulled that makeup out of your bag. You were the image of a perfect girl, sitting their primping!"
Jon didn't know what to say. Thinking back, he realized that as soon as they had decided to go out he had begun 'getting ready'. Apparently, that meant touching up his already-immaculate makeup. He glanced back at the perfect, glowing face in the mirror, and reluctantly decided that he needed to finish off with a fresh coat of lipstick. He couldn't help himself as he unscrewed the tube and started spreading it across his lips with a practiced hand.
Fully aware now of what he was doing, he recognized the alien sensation of the cold tube pressed against his lips. Despite having never done it before, though, his hand traced his lip perfectly. Feeling oddly satisfied, he finished up, blowing himself a kiss in the mirror (Why did I do that? he thought) before putting everything away.
"Are you finished, m'lady?" Gary teased.
"Like, shut up!" Jon said. Even though he knew it was the ID card's doing, and even after he caught himself doing it, he felt compelled to finish touching up his makeup. He couldn't explain to himself why, but he knew that it felt important to look good, to look his best. Even though he looked pretty damn good before anyway.
As if he'd read Jon's mind, Gary reminded him, "Throughout the day, you always check on your makeup to keep it looking perfect."
Jon stood up on his sexy high heels, femininely carrying the handbag at the crook of his elbow as he daintily held his hand in the air. Absent-mindedly, he adjusted his top with his free hand to show as much cleavage as possible.
"Like, let's go" Jon said. Secretly, Jon had found it kind of fun, whether it was the magic, or just being in this body, or part of the changes Gary had made. Having resigned himself to at least try this body out, he resolved to also try to enjoy it. Gary had still been a perv, but Jon has always prided himself on not only being rational but open to new experiences.
