I looked through the bundle of clothes Karyn handed me. A pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and a pair of small orange shorts. At first I was slightly worried that her mischievous side would come out, and Karyn would try to embarrass me.
I slipped on the shorts. The crotch was a bit tight, and the seam pinched me where I don't like to be pinched. I shrugged into the tee shirt. It was really tight on my stomach and loose at my chest. When I tried to slip the jeans on, however, I felt silly. They were too baggy on my butt and I couldn't quite fasten them at the waist.
"Karyn, this isn't working!" I called through the door. She barged right in. As soon as she saw me, she snickered.
"You look so silly, Jon. None of my clothes are going to work, at least not like that. But I think I have an idea." Karyn opened her closet and grabbed one of her old school uniforms. She handed it to me, and continued, "You've got long hair, so I think this might work. No one will look at you twice, I promise."
Realizing that I could use the stone to fix this once I got home, I figured I could put up with anything to get there. I went back into the bathroom.
Karyn followed me, but since I was wearing shorts, I wasn't bothered by it. I stripped down to the orange shorts.
Karyn giggled again. "Wait a moment," she said, and went to her dresser. She brought me a pair of white stretch satin panties. "They'll probably be a little less painful than that. I bet that hurts!"
It did. I turned my back to her and dropped the shorts. I slipped the panties on, and she was right. Still more snug than I normally like, but certainly a lot more comfortable than those orange shorts.
After that, I slipped into the shirt. I was confused for a moment because the buttons were backward. Once on, it fit just fine in the stomach and was still loose in the chest. Karyn just shook her head.
"Take that off. This will take a bit more work," said Karyn, as she went back to her dresser. She grabbed a black padded bra from her dresser and handed it to me. With her help, I got into it and she fastened it. She stuffed a pair of her socks into the cup, and I put the shirt back on. "Still not right," Karyn mumbled. She helped me back out of the shirt and bra, and she handed me a black camisole top with a built-in bra. I slipped into it, and she stuffed the cups again. I put the white top on, for the third time. "Perfect!" she said.
The sleeves weren't quite long enough to look right, she folded them back, instead.
Next, she handed me the skirt. It was black and pleated, and a lot shorter than I remembered. The waist was stretchy, though, so it fit. Finally, I pulled up some black thigh-high socks.
"This is going to work! Just some last-minute touches," Karyn mumbled excitedly. She put some jelly bracelets on my left wrist and put a necklace around my neck. Then she started on the makeup.
A few tickly moments later, Karyn stepped back. "Take a look, Jon!" She gestured towards the full length mirror. I looked at the cute schoolgirl in the mirror. When I realized it was me, I felt faint. I fell to my knees.
When I caught my breath, Karyn helped me up. "I guess we should go now." Karyn handed me a pair of flats. Luckily, we're the same shoe size.
