Groaning, Jon awoke to his alarm. He lay there several moments, aware of how even more of his body ached and tingled. He almost wished he hadn't woken up. Every wish recently had turned for the worst in impossible to anticipate ways. And one of his previous wishes must have instigated this situation. There was no logical explanation for his whole body aching. Even the bones in his face hurt a bit. That wasn't possible. It had to be his wishes. Occam's razor and all that.
Eventually unable to ignore the incessant beeping of his alarm he reached over his chest to silence his alarm. Bitting his lip as his arm brushed over his now even more sensitive nipples. Though it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the afternoon before. Instead of an unpleasant tenderness, the brush actually felt kind of good. In fact, he was starting to feel a little aroused. This was bad. He shouldn't be reacting like this. And he still couldn't bring himself to pull the sheets off, the nagging feeling that tenderness and slight swell that had developed the night before couldn't have just stopped there, and with how the rest of his body ached there must be more.
Delaying the inevitable, Jon grabbed the phone off his nightstand. Grimacing as his chest jiggled, rubbing his nipples on his soft sheets, sending several tingles down his spine only to settle in his abdomen. Stoking this impossible and wrong arousal he was starting to feel. Pushing those thoughts into the back of his mind Jon unlocked his phone, clicking on a text he had received from Karyn.
He had texted Karyn the night before asking about the name he didn't recognize on the tag for the flannel top he had been forced to wear. Apparently, Karyn knew who this Nina M was. Jon's arm flopped down onto the bed, releasing his phone. Bitting into his lip as his foreign chest jiggled again, also choosing to ignore how his lips felt different, he couldn't bring himself to worry about that yet.
He was conflicted about what Karyn had told him. Nina was apparently one of the most out and proud LGBTQ+ students at the school. She could be often seen in between classes walking hand in hand with her girlfriend. And from time to time making out in a manner that wasn't quite appropriate for a high school. Jon was a little disappointed that the stereotypical gay shirt belonged to a gay student. Weren't stereotypes supposed to be bullshit? Apparently not always. Clearly, that was true, for the most restrained clothing item in the box, the cargo pants belonged to the student who had been expelled from sleeping around with teachers.
Additionally, from what Karyn knew she was a pretty good student. Apparently, she shared their AP Computer Science class, perhaps Jon would recognize her if someone connected the name to the face. Also, she had been on the school's basketball team in freshman and sophomore year before having to quit as her height fell behind her rivals. Karyn figured she had to be about 5" 4'. Then she finished asking why Jon wanted to know why he wanted to know all of this. He quickly shot a text back saying that he would tell her what was going on when they met up at school.
Taking a glance at the clock Jon groaned, he had to get up and face whatever was happening to him and his apparently poorly thought out wishes.
