The next day the sun rose on a cold spring morning, it was overcast and foggy, there was a threat of potential rain later.
Karyn was in the shower, washing her hair and thinking. After she rinsed out the shampoo and had started to lather up her soap for her body a small lock of her now long blond hair fell across her face. An idea occurred to her. She could get her hair back.
She looked outside and decided an extra layer was a good idea, and dug through her t-shirts… and she got to one, thought of Jon, and decided. She put it on and pulled her green sweater on over top of it. She picked up her phone and texted Jon, asking him to wait at his house for her, she would come over, and fix her hair.
Jon was very aware of every movement his new breasts made, the jiggle with each step, the way their inertia held them in place just a fraction of a second after the rest of him when he turned, the way they swung from side to side when the turn ended. Just their weight, pulling on his shoulders. The bra helped with all of that, it moved some of the weight off of his shoulders and more directly onto his spine through the band that sat just beneath them, at a cost of having that constriction, it also damped all the movement, stopping the jiggle sooner, more tightly coupling them to his torso so they didn’t lag behind as much. However they were quite large and no bra could eliminate extra motion completely. So Jon was constantly aware that they were there. In the absence of having to go to school that wouldn’t be too bad, he could deal with weird sensations, and sometimes they felt… good, nice even, for example washing them in the shower. He had taken his time there.
He was going through his morning routine slowly, as if he could avoid the day by putting it off. All morning he had been considering making a wish, one that would close the school for the next week so that he wouldn’t have to face it. He had thought up several possibilities and discarded them all, he didn’t want to do any damage, and the idea of just wishing for something non-specific terrified him, what might the stone do to fulfil such a wish?
Currently he was fiddling with a more supportive bra than the one he had worn to bed, fresh out of the shower he was half dressed and having a hard time getting the clasp done up properly. His phone buzzed, and he saw the message from Karyn, “Well that solves the current problem I guess” he thought to himself, Karyn could help him with the bra. Everyone else had already left, he was normally last out the door so that wasn’t unusual. By the time Karyn got there they would have 15 to 20 minutes before they really had to hurry to make it to class on time.
Karyn arrived shortly, Jon had texted back letting her know the door wasn’t locked and she could just come up to his room, she walked in to find Jon sitting on his bed topless holding a bra.
Her eyes went straight to his chest and she had serious trouble looking anywhere else.
“Err, Hi Jon-boyfriend”
“OH, Hi, could you give me a hand with this thing?” He said, holding up the bra as he did so.
“Oh… Hey Jon-Boyfriend, we’re dating. If you came over to my house and no one else was home and came up to my room to find me topless what would you think I had planned for us to do?”
“Oh, OH!”, he turned a bit red, “I… wasn’t thinking about… my boobs… that way…”
“No worries, I was going to say we don’t really have time to fool around… as much as I’d like to. Lets get you into that bra and a shirt so I’m a bit less distracted.”
“I was having trouble getting it clasped properly, it’s got 3 clasps and I couldn’t get them all done up…”
“Here, put it on backwards and do it up first. Then turn it around and flip the shoulder straps up and get yourself settled in the cups… Let me help.”
Jon had started doing as she said and had gotten the clasp done up under his boobs, and was turning the bra around when Karyn finished crossing the room, he got the straps up and she showed him how to fiddle with his boobs to get them comfortably settled into the cups.
As she was helping him Karyn found herself noticing things about his body, things she had either not been allowing herself to see or more recently had been too focused on his boobs to see. The subtle definition of the muscles in his shoulders, his smell. All of this while she had his boobs in her hands was a bit much, she tried thinking about other things.
“I should have shown you that last night I guess.” Karyn said as Jon got up and walked over to his dresser to get a shirt. “Might want to wear something warm today, it’s a bit chilly out.”
“Ah thanks”, he pulled out a loose fitting sweater of his own, it wasn’t nearly as loose as Karyn’s but it was warm and he thought it might help him be a little less self conscious about his bust, he could tell just by looking down and how it felt that his boobs would still be fairly obvious, though it might be hard to tell just how big they were.
Karyn still found her eyes drifting to his chest even after he put the shirt on, but she could with effort maintain eye contact. “Geh, Jon how do you do it?”
“What?”
“Look a busty girl in the eye!”
“I dunno, practice I guess… It’s not like I wasn’t looking yesterday when you had your shirt off. Anyway, like you said, we don’t have time for…, didn’t you say something about getting your hair back to normal?”
“Yeah!” She was still thinking about how nice Jon’s boobs were, and her eyes were still drawn to his chest, “I was thinking that I could wish that only a small part of my hair was blonde, like a birthmark. One of my distant relatives has that. Then I can just get a haircut later and my hair is almost back to normal.”
“Are you sure about that, it’ll be almost impossible to change that if you think of a better solution later…”
“Yeah, Honestly the long part isn’t bad, and I did look back through pictures and stuff that first night, apparently I only grew it out recently, before it was the same cut only blonde, so nobody would be surprised if I cut it back. I’m pretty sure I just caved to my mom in this version, she wanted me to grow it out for a ‘pretty’ graduation photo.”
“OK, I’ll get the stone.” Jon stood and walked across the room, feeling every jiggle in his chest brought on with each footfall, the motion still feeling unfamiliar. He grabbed the stone’s box and turned, feeling his boobs sway as he did, to find Karyn had followed him and was right there. He started, “Ah, woah, don’t sneak up on me!”, he had jerked back and up which set his boobs bouncing even more, in addition to the sideways sway the turn had introduced, though his bra quickly damped the motion. He handed Karyn the box.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean too…” She took the box and opened it. Paused to collect her thoughts and spoke, “I wish that the only blonde hair I have was a small area in my bangs, a birthmark streak, and the rest was back to being the colour and type it was before I made any wishes at all.” Karyn put the stone back in the box and snapped it shut as soon as she stopped speaking.
The stone flashed, and when it was done, Jon looked at her, her hair was almost all back to red, and fell around her face in waves and slight curls, except for a small part, just above her left eye that was still pin straight and blonde. The blonde streak was parted along with the rest of her hair, and was sitting on top, it ran along and framed the left side of her face. Jon found himself staring at her, she looked amazing, stunning even, the blonde highlight enhanced her look. He found that she was more beautiful this way than before.
“How do I look Jon-boyfriend?” She waited for a response, but he was just looking at her, “Earth to Jon-boyfriend! Hey!”
“Huh! Wha? Oh! Um… you look amazing, I… it’s not what I expected your hair to look like… it’s better…”
“Oh is it? I gotta get a mirror”,
Karyn started walking out, she handed Jon the box as she left, Jon watched her go, found himself admiring the way her hair fell down the back of her head and rested on her back. He also found himself checking out her butt, for a moment he stopped himself reflexively, then reminded himself, they’re dating, he’s ‘allowed’ to notice she’s attractive. She hadn’t pulled the sweater down, it was resting on her hips slightly rather than having the hem pulled down around them, meaning he could actually see the shape of her hips and butt, her hips swayed slightly as she walked, he was pretty sure more than they used to. He found himself thinking she had a great butt. Round in all the right ways. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, for being the one she was dating, finally allowing himself to notice things like how nice her butt was, and her legs and just how pretty her face was, even more so now that it was framed by the right coloured hair, the blonde accent on one side bringing out even more. Every time she called him “Jon-boyfriend” it reminded him he was ‘allowed’ to notice that he liked her, and every time he noticed something new that he liked.
Karyn for her part was heading for the bathroom, it was a short walk and when she arrived she reached in, flicked the lights on by feel, closed her eyes, walked in, and turned to face the mirror over the sink.
She saw herself. Saw her hair falling down beside her face in lovely waves, the blonde streak down the left side. She gasped. It felt so good to have the right colour again, but she wasn’t prepared for how much she would like the way the waves looked, the way it framed her face. “Maybe I should keep it…” she thought, “it’s a bit of work but… and Jon likes it… so much he found it distracting… and the blonde streak looks really cool, I doubt it’d look as cool short… well I can always cut it if I don’t want to spend as much time on it… and it doesn’t have to be as short as before…”, she turned her head from side to side to get different angles on how she looked, and found herself agreeing with Jon, this isn’t what she expected her original hair to look like long… it was better.
“So… what do you think of it?”
Karyn squeaked, she was so caught up looking at her hair she didn’t notice that Jon had followed her.
“Er, sorry for scaring you.”
“Oh it’s fine, revenge for earlier. I like it… a lot, I might keep it this length… or maybe not we’ll see if I get sick of how much extra work it is to wash and dry at this length, but I think my mom is going to get her pretty grad photo at least. I can’t believe I like it, never in a million years would I have expected to like how I look with long hair… I hated how it looked blonde… but this works. I even love the streak of blonde… it’s weird how that’s still straight though.”
“Yeah… It looks really good though…” he paused, working up to saying something overtly about how he felt about her. “Makes your face even cuter.”
“Oh I’m cute am I?” She grinned at him. She pulled him into a kiss. After they broke the kiss she said, “We should probably get going to school.”
