Karyn, worried about the line of thought that Jon was taking, quickly grabbed the pad and erased her name from it. She then quickly scribed Jon's in it's place.
As she looked down at herself, she noticed that she was now dressed as she had been before she arrived at Jon's house. She could no longer feel air on her upper thighs, and she was no longer holding a feather duster.
Jon, on the other hand, was now full dressed as she had been a moment earlier. It looked strange having the dress on his flat chest, but he didn't seem to mind. He was busy tying a white bow on the front of one of his long black stockings when he looked up at her.
"What? You didn't change anything, did you?"
"Me? No," She replied, stifling a giggle, "I like your outfit, though."
"This? You're acting kind of weird Karyn. This is what I always wear to work."
"Work?" Karyn wondered at the power of the pencil.
"Yeah," he said, applying red lipstick to his lips, "How else is a chamber maid supposed to dress. Hey, could you give me a ride to the McMillan's? I don't want to be late."
"Sure, Jon," she happily answered, putting the pencil and pad into her purse and walking with Jon out to the car.
