Jon looked at the notepad and realised what Karyn had done.
Jon has a penis the length and thickness of his forearm
..... .... ... ....... ... .... .......
and ... breasts the size of watermelons!! (.)(.)
She'd strategically erased parts of the messages and combined them! Suddenly Jon realised the giant boobs he'd been sporting since he was 12 were as real as the python in his pants!
"My tits!" he cried out, glaring back at his comparatively flat-chested friend.
Karyn just laughed out loud and snatched the notebook out of his grasp. "They suit you Jon, very manly!" she snarked.
"My tits aren't supposed to be this big?"
"You're a boy Jon, you're not meant to have 'tits' at all!"
"What?? C'mon Karyn, let me get rid of these," Jon adjusted his bra strap. "I feel like a freak now!"
"Oops, look at the time. I should get going!" Karyn stood up and let the notepad fall back onto the bed where she was seated.
Jon grabbed it immediately, but found Karyn had torn out the incriminating page and stuffed it in her pocket.
"Dammit!" Jon cried out.
"Now we're even, Jon!" Karyn smirked. "Tell you what, today's Friday, so if you stay that way through the whole weekend, then I'll return this piece of paper to you Monday after school. And no cheating and changing yourself with that magic pen! I'll remember what you're supposed to look like because I'll have this page."
"Karyn, I can't go through a whole weekend looking like this!"
"Why not? After all you've gone your whole life looking like that. OR HAVE YOU?" she added with a melodramatic cackle.
"But, but this feels really wrong now "
"You'll get over it. Lighten up! I should enjoy yourself if I were you. Imagine what you can do alone in your room with boobs that big and a cock that size? The mind boggles!"
"Please reconsider Karyn-"
"Seriously, gotta go. Call me tomorrow okay?" Karyn called as she was already outside the door.
"Uh bye." Jon mumbled as he heard the front door slam shut.
He stared deep into the cavern of cleavage beneath his chin. He remembered washing them in the shower this morning, and putting on a bra every day for the past 6 years of his life. But now all of a sudden, they were alien to him "“ or rather they felt like they should be alien to him. They felt like stolen property. Forbidden, but right there in his hands.
This was sure going to be a long weekend.
