As the new Jon looked over himself, his appearance became more and more detailed until he looked like a real person. Sort of a clone of Jon or maybe his twin brother.
"This is so weird, Karyn," Jon's clone said. "I know I was created by the pencil, but I feel real. I remember being Jon. I am Jon."
"Except I would never wear a dress," the real Jon said.
"Really?" his clone asked. "Why not?"
"Because only girls wear dresses," Karyn said.
"But I like how they feel on my body."
"Maybe we're not as much alike as you think," the real Jon said. "It sounds like you're some sort of crossdresser."
"That's exactly what I am," Jon's clone said. "I still can't believe that you're not either. I have memories of wearing girl's clothing. It's perfectly normal."
"Did you picture him as a crossdresser?" Karyn asked Jon.
"No. I just thought of me in a dress, just like what I drew on the paper. The pencil must have extrapolated it."
"Hmm," Karyn muttered. "Maybe you should erase him and try something else. It looks like we should try this pencil out a little more before using it for more complicated things."
"Hey, you can't erase me," Jon's clone said.
"But you're not real," Karyn said.
"I'm talking to you. I have my own memories. I'd say that's real enough."
"He may have a point," Jon said.
"Come on, Jon. Think about this. What will everyone think when they see two of you? How are you going to explain that?" asked Karyn.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"Jon," Karyn said, glaring at him.
"Listen, Karyn. I've got the pencil. Whatever I say goes."
Karyn huffed and crossed her arms. "Fine. But I think this is a bad idea."
