"Listen, Karyn. We need to talk," Jon said, noticing that his voice sounded even higher. He also noticed that his breasts were a little bigger, now more like a B-cup. The corset he wore was doing a fairly good job of pushing them up, giving him more cleavage. It was not something he was used to.
Karyn looked at him. "About what, exactly?"
"I need your help," he insisted.
She looked him up and down. "It isn't any of my business about your lifestyle," she said. "But, I found your bag in the bushes outside. If you are going to get into any trouble, I'd rather you not do it on my lawn."
"Please..." he said.
She sighed. "Come in then," she said. She led him into the living room.
Jon sat, rooting through the bag. Hairbrush, pen, small spiral notebook, cell phone, a book, keys, wallet...
"I only touched the phone and your ID. Your ID looks very different than you do."
"It's an old picture," he lied.
