Jon started to go after that bitch Karyn, but she said "I wish you couldn't move for one minute, Jon."
He froze, still fuming in anger at what had been done to his best friend. The transformed Alan looked at him, babbling "What wrong wit' you, Yankee? You no wan' sucky-sucky? Jus' twenty dollas!"
Karyn thought it was cute as heck, so she continued her changes, deciding to be a little more creative.
"I wish that Alan was now named...Nala Ching, and that she was..." she mused for a moment, than smiled and continued "...Jon's Chinese Mail-Order Bride! I wish that Nala wanted to be Jons wife, and any resistance from Jon to her desperate attempts to be a perfect, little wife would break her heart. She wants to please him in every way...particularly sexually."
She giggled and turned away, mixing with a passing crowd as Jon became mobile again. He looked around in desperation, and didn't notice at first...that Alan (or rather 'Nala') had come up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and husking "What wrong, Jonny? You lose somethin', hm? You wan' Nala help you? I help you good, Jonny. Nala give you all you need."
Nala Ching slipped her hands down to massage her soon-to-be husbands crotch, moaning at the full package her hands encountered. She wanted to please him. To make him happy. To cook and clean for him. To make many-many babies for him.
He pulled away, his face a mask of horror and guilty pleasure. "Stop it, Alan! We've got to get Karyn, so we can..."
But, his words died in his throat, as he saw Alan...or rather Nala...look stricken at his rejection, tears rolling down her cheeks as she wailed "All Nala wan' do is make you happy, Jonny! An' what you do? You wanna go after some Yankee chick name Karyn! What she do Nala can' do, huh? Nala do anythin' for you, Jonny! Nala LOVE you! Wanna be your wife! Wanna...wanna..."
Turning, the provocatively dressed Chinese girl (well, woman really. After all, she was college aged...and her 21 years made her 4 years older that the 17 year old boy she was in love with.) started to run away, and Jon couldn't let her do it. If he lost track of Nala, he'd lose Alan as well. That was his friend buried inside that luscious, Asian tart!.
"Wait, Alan...I mean, Nala. I...I don't want you to go. I don't really want this 'Karyn' girl, but she's...stolen something from me. Two things, actually. My stone...and my best friend. I was trying to catch her because I'm angry at her."
The Chinese girl wiped her eyes, saying "So, you do love Nala? You wan' Nala be your wife? You wan' make baby wi' Nala?"
Jon knew if he argued with her, he'd traumatize her again. So he just smiled, and said "Sure I do, Nala. But...can't we wait till I find Karyn?"
Nala smiled, then pulled him close for a big, passionate kiss. Her tongue darted in and tangled with his own, before she pulled back and said with a smile "Nala help you fin' this girl Karyn, Jonny. Nala help you fin' her, then we go to you home an' Nala show you what good wife Nala make, yes? I cook for you an' you, an' then Nala clean for you...then I be in bed wi' you. That soun' good, Jonny?"
Jon groaned inwardly, cursing Karyn for what she'd done. But then he put on his best smile, saying "That sounds fine, Nala. But...I'm not sure how happy my mom will be when she meets you."
Nala smiled. "Then you tell her tha' Nala is you woman, tha' you gonna marry Nala, an' that you sent away for Nala. Nala can't go back again, Jonny. You gotta take care of Nala...an Nala take care of you."
