Jon has a bun in the oven. Jon's hand whipped out and slapped Karyn across her face. Karyn backed off, shocked, her hand touching the red spot that was gradually appearing on her face. She stared at Jon, or, rather, who Jon had become. Jon was now an attractive teenage girl, with waist length blonde hair, c-cup breasts and was about six months pregnant. She was wearing a maternity outfit, one hand bracing her back while the other dried tears that were running down her face.
"So this is your fault," she yelled, continuing to cry. "My life's been ruined because of this, Karyn, and you made me this way? Is this a joke to you? I'm pregnant Karyn. Do you know what that means? My reputation's been shot, my mom doesn't trust me anymore and half the school thinks I'm a slut." Jon started crying harder. Karyn attempted to put her arm around Jon's shoulder and was brushed off. Karyn didn't know what to do. It had been a joke to her and she had ruined her best friend's life because of it. It was her fault Jon was in this mess and now she had to figure out a way to help Jon out.
