Jon stared down at the assortment of clothing and wondered what Karyn was thinking. He suspected she suspected; he'd caught a hint of a knowing smile on her face when he'd put on the pantyhose. But he worried that she might think he was more into this than he was; while he had experimented a few times, he was more just curious than out-and-out transvestite. And while he knew that Karyn would never mistreat him for something like that, it was still the kind of thing that a lot of people found pretty weird; he hoped he wasn't freaking her out in any way, but that didn't seem likely, considering that she was apparently more interested than he was.
At any rate, if she wasn't going to bring it up, he wasn't. And while the idea of actually becoming a girl was pretty freaky, Jon felt secure in the knowledge that changing back was as easy as putting on different clothes. This would just be an interesting experiment for a couple hours, that's all. "Well," he said, "let's get this over with."
Karyn nodded, suppressing a smile. She didn't want to seem over-eager, but she was kind of excited about this. She had some female acquaintances, but no real girl friends; her tomboyish tendencies and unwillingness to play the high-school social games had left her fairly devoid of female companionship, so this would be a new thing for her. And despite his protests, Jon didn't seem to mind. "Alright," she said, picking up the briefer. "First, get those pantyhose on." She watched as Jon pulled them on, fumbling a bit, his legs gradually changing into smooth, shapely, feminine ones as he went.
"Okay, now for the big one." She handed it to Jon and assisted him in getting it on, then watched in fascination as his torso changed in shape to fill out and fit into the garment. Understandably shocked, Jon felt around the crotch of the garment. "Well, it's gone," she said, some real dismay mixed in with the act. While most of her body was changed now, her voice was still the voice of the old Jon. She gently poked at and cupped her new breasts. "Wow, this is...this is just weird."
Karyn nodded. "It'll get weirder before you're done. Here, may as well toss these on now that you've got the undergarments taken care of." She handed the new girl the shoes that had been picked earlier. Jon slipped them on; they fit perfectly around her dainty feet. "Okay," she said, "what now?"
"Dress next," Karyn said. The dress didn't actually change anything, but it did go a long way towards making the lower body convincing. Before, Jon had seemed like some unholy hybrid, a boy's face and arms Photoshopped onto the body of a teenage girl. The dress made her look more like a girl with an unfortunately masculine face. Which just served to guide Karyn to the next thing that needed attention. "Alright, Jon-girl," she said, "ditch the glasses. I'm going to need a clear shot at your eyes."
Jon looked uneasily at the makeup kit. "I dunno," she said. "Is that really necessary?"
Karyn smirked. "Not chickening out now, are ya? Don't worry, I won't slather you or anything, I just want to get the basics taken care of." She opened the kit and sat Jon down, had her close her eyes, and then began carefully and sparingly applying makeup. By this point, she was only kind of surprised when Jon's face began to reshape at the influence of the brush; she paused for a moment, then smiled when she saw that it was having her intended effect; the girl in the black dress was slowly getting a girl's face to match her body, but was remaining recognizably Jon. With a few minutes of planning and effort, Jon almost looked more like a girl than Karyn did, at least in body and face.
When Karyn lifted the apllicator from her eyelids, Jon opened her eyes. "Oh my God," she said, "I can see!"
Karyn laughed. "Well, I should hope so! I'm not that inexperienced with a brush!"
"No, no, no," Jon said, her eyes wide. "I mean I can see without my glasses. My vision problem's gone!"
Karyn gaped a little bit; compared to everything else, this was really pretty minor, but it was still surprising. "Wow," she said. "Well, I was kind of thinking 'glasses chick' would be a good look for you, but I suppose you're not going to want to wear them now."
"Not until I'm back to normal, anyway," Jon replied. "What else is left?"
Karyn opened up the jewelry box and briefly contemplated its contents. "No sense in overdoing things," she said, and took out a few non-ostentatious pieces of jewelry. First was a pair of small silver earrings; Jon was nervous at first, but as it turned out, the magic earrings simply auto-pierced the ears in a completely painless fashion, and made them fit her face better as well. The other piece was a small silver pendant with an amethyst crystal hung from it. Karyn fastened it around Jon's neck, which also became more slender and feminine. Jon gasped at the strangeness of the feeling, only to find that her voice was now as soft and feminine as the rest of her.
Well, most of the rest. Karyn had already picked up the wig, and was carefully placing it over her head. In mere moments, the wig had become her real hair: silky, dark brown, and long, long enough to reach down to the base of her shoulderblades. Jon looked up at Karyn. "Now the manicure, right?"
"Right," Karyn replied, smiling. Jon seemed to be taking this very well, so she felt okay about openly displaying her excitement. She got out the kit and began work on Jon's hands. Unfortunately, the manicure kit was decidedly more limited in scope for some reason, and while it did do wonders for her skin and nails, Jon was left with the same broad, masculine hands and lightly-haired arms she'd always had.
"Huh," Karyn said, looking her over. "No, that won't do at all." She began rummaging through the magic clothes as Jon looked on curiously. Finally, after about a minute, Karyn emerged victorious, holding a pair of white satin arm-length gloves. She gave them to Jon, who hesitated a moment and then put them on. They worked like a charm, and Karyn could make out the shape of Jon's dainty, feminine hands and slender arms underneath the fabric. She helped the new girl to her feet.
Jon took a few test steps, getting a feel for her new balance, then turned to the mirror. "I don't know, Karyn," she said. "Going out like this? I look like a night at the opera, not an afternoon at the arcade!"
Karyn laughed. "We'll figure something out," she said. "But that's a good look for you. Makes you look classy. Now come on, let's check in on your mom!" She walked briskly out of the room. Jon followed a little more slowly, still feeling out her center of gravity, and wondering how her mother was going to react.
