Karyn bit her lip thoughtfully. "So...did I not react to the kiss because you're my friend or because I'm a lesbian?"
Jon was still lost in his own thoughts, so he can perhaps be forgiven for shrugging and asking, "How can we tell?" He blinked as he saw Karyn raising her hand, the one clutching the stone. "Wait a second! That was a rhetorical--"
"I wish," said Karyn firmly. "That for the next ten minutes Jon would be a beautiful female version of himself, that he wouldn't really mind the change, and that Jon would kiss me like he just did."
"Not again," whimpered Jon as he felt his chest pressing against his shirt and his hips straining at his pants. He looked down to see his body changing just like it had when he sang along with Shakira. Twin mounds were swelling quickly under his shirt. Hair was tickling his cheek, necks, and falling softly across his shoulders. He raised hands to cup his new breasts, hands that shrank even as his bosom grew until they were buried in heavy soft flesh. He could feel his waist dwindling even. "Darn it, Karyn, I don't want to be a girl," he said, each word rising in pitch as he shrank in stature until he had to look up at her. A firm but not entirely unpleasant tug at his groin announced the departure of his most prized possesion, and the completion of her transformation.
Jon sighed as she looked down at herself. Her new breasts were causing her shirt to pull apart, the buttons barely containing her. Gaps between the buttons displayed glimpses of soft lightly tanned skin. Further down, her wider hips stretched the fabric of her jeans while the legs of her pants were pooling on the ground. Heavy brown hair fell across her face and she subconciously reached up to tuck it behind her ear. Jon decided that if she had to be a girl at least she seemed to have a nice body.
A gasp broke into Jon's contemplation of her new curves, and she looked up to see Karyn looking down at her with a dazed expression.
Karyn blushed and looked to the side as Jon's gaze met hers. She is so pretty, Karyn thought. I should be jealous but I'm not. I can't really be a lesbian, can I?
Jon interrupted her thoughts very effectively by suddenly stepping closer to her and reaching up to wrap her newly slim arms around Karyn's shoulders. Karyn's larger breasts rubbed against Jon's new ones, causing them both to shudder slightly. Jon's hand pressed gently against the back of Karyn's head, guding her down until the startled blonde's lips met hers. This kiss was just as assertive and passionate as the last one, but it was as different as night and day. Karyn reveled in the softness of Jon's full lips, the feel of her smaller, feminine body against hers, the warmth of her breasts, the full softness of her hair...before she knew it her arms were around Jon and the kiss become another, and another, their tongues dancing and exploring, her hands cupping the wonderful firm roundness of Jon's cute new bottom --
-- which suddenly hardened under her hands, flattening out as Jon abruptly began growing in her arms. Their kisses ended as Jon found himself once more male and holding an extremely flushed and embarassed Karyn in his arms. "That was a fast ten minutes," he said softly.
Karyn stepped back, gulping for air. "I suppose I can't deny it can I?" she said shakily. "I really am a lesbian."
Jon could not think of a thing to say, so he simply nodded slowly. The two of them contemplated each other for several long moments as they tried to decide what to do about this distressing turn of events.
