"Oh my gawd Karyn, what have you done?" Jon squealed in an irritatingly high pitched voice. "Look at me!"
"Wow! I didn't know I could do that! This is so cool!" Karyn said with a big grin on her face. "OK, it was a little mistake. You were only supposed to get a little shorter so I could tease you, but wow Jon, you're a hotty.
"A hotty! A hotty! Are you crazy? I'm a guy! Look at me! I'm drowning in my own clothes and your response is to tell me I'm a hotty. Karyn, you need to fix this right now."
"Jeeze, get a grip GIRL! Rein in the shriek."
"GIRL? I am not a girl, I'm not a hotty. I watch hotties, I'm not someone who is ogled, I do the ogling."
Karyn's expression shifted from smiling over their little accident to frowning at Jon's screechy little tirade. "I suppose you think it's your male given right to ogle huh? Congratulations Jon! You may very well be the world's first male chauvinist bitch. No wait, I'm sorry, this must be a pretty big shock for you and it's not fair of me to expect you to just instantly take this in stride. Girls grow up learning how to handle being leered at and hit on. It was wrong of me to call you a hotty and expect you to just know how to handle it without ever having experienced it."
"Damn right, now fix this. I look ridiculous." Jon said bitchily.
"I have to admit, you do look pretty silly right now. Give me a moment to get this right," Karyn said stepping close, "I owe it to you. I wish that all of your clothing would fit you as perfectly and stylishly as your underwear."
"Wait, What?"
This time the room was stable, but Jon's clothing began shifting and crawling with a life of its own. In moments, Jon was no longer buried in oversize clothes. Now his clothes fit tight and trim, what little there was.
"I was right the first time, you are a hotty." Karyn declared.
