Jon was unable to see what side the dice had landed on. There was a flash of night and everything changed. Jon's body felt like it had been stretched and bloated. He felt new sensations that his original body could never detect. He could feel the carpet. Not with his feet, but with his stomach. He swiveled his head around to see what had happened to Karyn. Jon was delighted to see what his transformation looked like from a different perspective.
Karyn's pants had disappeared. It was not like she needed them because her legs were gone too. Her torso continued passed her shirt's hemline and onto the ground and behind her. Her body was much wider at the hips and connected her extended torso to the rest of her body. She looked like a slug.
Yes, a Boob-slug. Underneath Karyn's shirt and all the way down her body were rows and rows of tits. The columns of boobs continued down her torso and disappeared underneath her body. Karyn's face had changed, too. Her eyes extended from the rest of her face on stalks of flesh. Much like her namesake, Karyn had eye-stalks. However, unlike the slug, she had arms. However, she didn't have human arms either. Instead, her arms had been replaced by two pairs of writhing, skin-covered tentacles. Jon found it bizarre and completely adorable how Karyn twisted her face with confusion. It was hard to read her expression without her eyes aid her. But, that was why Jon found it adorable.
Jon took stock of his own changes. He had eye-stalks too. Which meant that he now could move his eyes around without needed to his head. He pointed his eyes downward and witnessed his own legion of boob marching, double-file down his chest. He noticed his new arms and was amazed by how effortlessly he could move them. He snaked his new, four-foot-long limbs around exposed, lower pairs of breasts. Until, he felt his own pair of lips. He stopped. Between the last row of breasts before the marching rows disappeared below, Jon had his very own vagina.
Jon had wished that all Boob-slugs where biologically female. Not a single one would have a penis. When he had made that wish, he had not planned on becoming one himself. So, Jon was stuck as a woman for the next 24 hours. If the a term as mundane as "woman" could be applied to a form so divine.
