"Jon, what the hell happened?!" At her exclamation her hand brushed against his arm and she felt an electric charge that pass between them.
"Language, Karyn," Jon lectured. There was no need for her to be so rude. Besides, it was unladylike. "Now close your eyes, take a deep breath and count to ten."
"But Jon..."
"Ten, Karyn!" Jon snapped. Usually he wasn't so harsh with the girl, but she seemed to need guidance today. Maybe she just needed a roll model.
Karyn closed her eyes and counted. Her long blond hair and huge boobs (wish induced) didn't seem to fit with the tank-top and jeans she was wearing. Jon wondered how he could approach the subject of getting her to dress more femininely without sounding too pushy. He knew that girls Karyn's age often rejected the advice from older women just because of where it was coming from. He'd have to be delicate.
"...ten." Karyn finished. She turned back to face Jon and scratched the short brown hair on her head. A wave of confusion hit Jon. Hadn't her hair been longer? And blond?
"Jon, something's wrong with you," Karyn kept her voice down so as to not draw attention. Something about her voice, Jon thought, it was usually higher, wasn't it? "You're dressed like your mom! You're behaving like her, too!"
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic, Karyn." Jon rolled his eyes. Teenage girls were always getting themselves in a tiff over the littlest things. Still, something strange did seem to be happening... had Karyn been wearing that Van Halen t-shirt a minute ago? And why were her boobs not trying to explode outwards?
"Melodramatic?" Karyn's baritone voice boomed, "I am no such thing! Look at yourself! You're turning into some kind of freak!"
Jon didn't know what she was talking about. He looked down at himself and saw his nice flowery skirt, a pair of pantyhose, his new Gucci pumps, his size C breasts. Honestly, this girl was such a drama queen.
Just then, Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader, turned around from the seat in front of them. "Will you two freak-shows shut up? Gawd, like, it's not bad enough that I have to take the bus with you weirdos, but now you have to dress like your from the circus."
"Back off, Sarah," Karyn grunted. Jon had never heard her grunt before. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't figure out quite what.
"Ugh, don't even talk to me!" the cheerleader exclaimed, reaching out and poking Karyn in the nose. "Just you remember who runs this school, little bitch... or should I say butch!"
Her friends laughed at the exchange. Both Sarah and Karyn were so tied up in the tension that neither of them noticed the shock that passed between the two of them.
