Jon was apprehensive. He didn't know what direction Gary was going to take him, nor how extreme.
"Let's see..." said Gary. "Let's make you shorter. How about 5'3"?"
Jon quickly lost three inches. He could feel the difference immediately. Shrinking to 5'6" was odd but now he felt tiny. His clothes hung off him even more now.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
Gary laughed, "I think your body should be more like a girl, too. You're in senior year, with the body of a girl who's in decent shape."
Jon felt the changes as Gary spoke. Underneath his old clothes, it felt like his whole body tightened and smoothed a little bit.
Although it seemed as though Gary was just getting started, Jon already felt quite odd. Everything about his physical existence now felt alien to him. He didn't feel attractive -- still owning his male mind, all the new sensations just felt odd. But looking at his body, he knew he was turning out to be a cute girl.
"You look good as a girl, Catherine." Gary said. "But your face looks too much like Jon. Have a girlier face; so you're quite pretty."
Jon felt a tingling sensation as his face restructured itself. He blinked a few times while opening and closing his mouth, getting used to the new shape of his face.
"You look good!" Gary smiled.
"Well you just made me this way!" Jon retorted.
"Quit complaining!" Gary smiled. "I'm nowhere near done yet."
"What else are you going to change?" Jon asked
"Well, look at what you're wearing!"
Jon rolled his eyes, "Get it over with, then. These clothes are way too big and uncomfortable on me now"
"You are wearing clothes befitting of a pretty high school senior"
Jon gasped as he felt fabric tighten around his body. His trousers became skinny jeans and his T-shirt and hoodie shrunk down into a frilly crop top. While a little bit of his now-toned stomach was exposed, Jon gratefully noted that the top did not display his new boobs -- which were now supported by a bra. Finally, he felt his comfortable sneakers morph into fashionable girls' sandals.
"These clothes feel all weird," Jon said, "They're tight in the wrong places, but loose and frilly in others."
"You should thank me!" Gary said. "A lot of girls would kill for some trendy new clothes!"
"Way to stereotype girls," Jon rolled his eyes. "Besides, I'm not a girl!"
"Well at least I gave you a bra to support your new chest!"
"It actually does help a lot," Jon admitted; there wasn't as much weight on his upper back now. "Still gonna take some getting used to though. Plus, I don't know how to take this bra on and off. I'll have to learn if I'm staying like this for a couple of weeks."
"Maybe I can do something about that," Gary mused. Jon eyed him skeptically.
"What are you thinking?" Jon said apprehensively.
Gary held up the ID card, "Just giving you some basic knowledge that someone who grew up their whole life as a girl would know. Maybe some minor mannerisms so you don't make a fool of yourself. Otherwise it'd be a difficult two weeks."
"How thoughtful," Jon said sarcastically -- although it was a good idea of Gary's. Nothing seemed to immediately change, although Jon wasn't sure what he expected. It would probably come in handy later on.
"I thought so." said Gary. "I'm helping you out -- I'm sure you didn't know anything about bras and fashion and women's hygiene as Jon. And now you won't forget to sit to pee!"
Jon hadn't thought about that. In fact, he didn't want to think about that. He'd been dutifully ignoring the vacancy he felt between his legs, although his new tight clothes did not help at all.
"Anyway," Gary continued, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime -- heck, once-in-an-eternity experience that you get to have here!"
"A once-in-an-eternity show for you, more like," Jon retorted. "And it's a magic ID card, it didn't have to be this way, in this body!"
"Yeah," Gary smiled, "But I'm in control of the card."
The power Gary had over Jon was somewhat frightening, but they were friends. Gary wouldn't take it too far. Jon hoped.
"I don't know if I'm going to stay like this for the full two weeks!" Jon admitted.
"I bet I could find a way to force you to. With the card. But a deal is a deal."
"You're lucky I trust you."
"You're lucky I'm a trustworthy guy."
"Hardly. I bet you've still got more changes to make."
"Well, just a few" Gary said. "We should set out what your life is like. We've made you a high school senior already... how would you feel about being on the cheerleading squad?"
Jon rolled his eyes, "How do you think I'd feel? I'm a guy, of course I don't want to."
"But for the experience?" Gary said. "As a girl?"
"Fine," Jon sighed; it was only two weeks. Besides, as Gary said, he should make the most of the experience with the unique opportunity.
"You're a cheerleader," Gary said, and the ID changed to reflect that. "You're a popular, well-liked girl around school too. You have plenty of fashionable clothes, but I'll let you wear what you like."
Again, Jon didn't feel anything change.
"Are you done yet?" he asked.
"Just about!" said Gary. "Why don't you have a look?" He handed the card back to Jon.
Name: Catherine Gibson
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Hair Color/Length: Blonde/15 Inches
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110 lbs
Body Type: Fit
Face: Pretty, cute
Cup Size: D
Social status: Popular
Mannerisms: Basic knowledge of a girl
Clothes: Fashionable, comfortable
Hobbies: Cheerleader
