"Uh... what did you have in mind?"
Karyn thought for a minute. It would have to be good.
"Hmmm. First let's go to your room, have a little more privacy."
"Right, good idea," Jon said as they got up. Jon's parents walked into the room just as they were standing.
"Oh, hi Karyn. What brings you here?" Jon's mom asked.
"Oh, Karyn and I are just going to study." Jon interjected "Got a test tomorrow."
"Good call, kiddo," Jon's dad Mark said. "We'll be down here if you need anything."
"Thanks!" He said as he passed them and went upstairs. Karyn followed closely behind. Jon sighed, he really wondered what Karyn had in store for him. He just hoped she wasn't feeling too resentful, he didn't want to end up eating dog food - or worse. Finally, he entered his bedroom at the end of the hallway.
"Um, Jon... are you sure you're in the right place?" Karyn asked from the hallway.
Jon looked around the room - the king size bed, walk in closet, the en-suite, two dressers, the wedding picture on the wall. Yep, this was his room all right.
"Yeah Karyn, come on in!" She crossed inside. She'd been in Jon's bedroom before, but never here. She tried to not look too excited.
"Boy, you really keep it clean," Karyn remarked.
"Well, I try. Not like I can expect Mom to do it for me."
"Right. Where's her room again?"
"Down the hall, next to the other bathroom. Don't go in there, it's a pig sty."
Karyn remembered, she'd been in there dozens of times. "Right. Say, that's a pretty small room. Where does your dad sleep?"
"Here in the master bedroom Karyn, duh. You've been here plenty of times. Don't you remember?"
"So he sleeps right here. In this bed. With you?"
Jon sighed. "Yeah! What, you think we're having sex? That's my dad! Don't be disgusting!!" He was starting to look defensive. Karyn shrugged.
"Well, what am I supposed to think? You sleep with your dad."
"Yeah. It's our room, and our bed. Where else would we sleep?" Jon suddenly looked worried. "Wait, Karyn, why are you asking so many questions... are you messing with me already!?"
"No!" Karyn scrambled for a cover. "I'm just... just trying to get a baseline, you know? For how things are supposed to be."
"Oh." That made sense, Jon figured. Karyn was an ace at science, and knew the scientific method front to back. Every test needed a control, a baseline to compare the experiment with. She was just taking stock. And that meant Jon could take stock, too. As long as I can remember this is normal, maybe I can have an advantage once she does start messing with things Jon thought.
"So which dresser is yours?"
Jon looked at the two dressers on either side of the bed, and without missing a beat, walked to the one that was twice the size of the other, standing next to the closet. "This one!"
"So I guess that means the closet is yours too?"
"Oh, we share." Jon said, sliding open the door. "Or try to."
Karyn's eyes went wide at the sight - the closet was absolutely expansive - a rainbow of styles, colors, patterns, and fabrics. Tucked into the corner were a few grey suits and other menswear, but the stylish women's wardrobe had won the battle for territory.
"Wow." Karyn marveled. She was starting to impress herself. "So that's all yours?"
"Oh don't act like you haven't seen it before."
"Pretend I haven't" Karyn winked. "Why don't you try something on? Make sure it all fits right."
"Why wouldn't my clothes fit?" Jon asked. Karyn just stared. "Fine. Let's see." He opened the top of the dresser and quickly pulled out a pair of light pink panties and matching bra, then grabbed some black stockings from the drawer below. He then turned to the closet and grabbed several hangers before retreating into the en-suite.
He hung the hangers on the back of the door, then looked into the mirror as he stripped off his jeans and t-shirt. He slipped on the panties, then adjusted the bra over his flat pecs and fastened the back in seconds. He took in his reflection in the mirror. Seemed normal enough, but he started to worry. He knew what Karyn was capable of. She could be changing anything about him and he'd have no idea. No, he thought She's your friend. You have to trust her right now.
He went back to getting dressed, slipping the black opaque tights over his legs; he was glad he'd remembered to shave them today. Then came the black skirt, and a purple blouse which was tucked into it. He left the top few buttons open, then draped a strand of pearls around his neck.
He looked himself over in the mirror, turning this way and that to check himself from every angle. He was quite impressed - he didn't realize he could still pull off the hot housewife look. He turned and walked back out into the bedroom. "Well Karyn, What do you think."
Her jaw dropped.
"That good huh?" He walked over and sat at the makeup table in the corner. He picked up a tube of mascara and looked up at Karyn in the reflection. "You think Richard would like it? It's been awhile since I wore a skirt just for around the house."
"Yeah," Karyn said, stifling a laugh "It's been awhile."
