"I seem to... like having control over him," Karyn pondered to herself, one hand over her navel.
She grinned suddenly, having and idea of just how much more to control Jon.
Karyn reached into the magic closet. The image in her mind was crystal clear, an amalgamation of tv shows and comic characters. If his previous reaction to wearing the blue dress was any indication, Jon's body was not just changing to fit the clothes from a gender and physiological perspective. But also from a social and role perspective. When Karyn had summoned the blue dress she had imagined a demure princess eager to experiment with her body. And Jon had filled in not just the physical aspect of the role, but the mental one.
As Karyn pulled out a rubbery black outfit from the closet, she couldn't help but imagine a much more submissive and eagerly transformable personality for Jon.
Karyn turned to the sleeping princess, placing the various pieces of clothing next to Jon.
"Okay... so how do I even dress him in this? Passed out bodies are harder to deal with than expected." Waking him up was out the question too, Karyn thought. He may see the outfit and get spooked! No way the mental transformation was enough for Jon to not be Jon. More feminine and eager to be transformed, yes, bit not this far.
Karyn slapped her forehead. "You idiot!" She picked the Stone from her pocket.
"I wish that Jon would be comfortably and perfectly dressed in the outfit I laid out next to his body... And for this wish to not interfere with any previous wish."
Karyn closed her eyes, the flash intense.
When she opened her eyes, Karyn saw Jon wrapped up head to toe in shiny black latex. The skirt he wore was enormous, held aloft like a thick rose by several white rubber petticoats. His arms held behind his back by straps that wrapped around his corseted waist, framing a pair of breasts bigger than Karyn' s wish-enhanced chest. His head was encased fully in rubber, with only his lips showing. He now stood taller, tittering on high heeled, thigh-high boots.
At the sight of her creation, Karyn moaned audibly, pressing her legs together. She leaned over the sleeping rubberdoll.
"Waoh... didn't expect the smell..." She whispered before kissing Jon on the lips.
And at that very moment a knock came at the door.
"Jon? Karyn? It is getting late... you've been in there for two hours now..."
