Jon looked down at himself in horror and saw a whole lot of skin. His arms and shoulders were completely bare. He was now wearing a tight red stretchy tube top that mashed and exposed two creamy white mounds of flesh with a deep cleavage between them. Let's be honest here, these weren't mounds, they were tits, they were boobs, and they were barely contained. The tube top snugged down underneath and stopped well above his belly button. Trying to push or mash the boobs aside with his slender little hands proved to be fruitless and only set them to bobbling and jiggling in a most disturbing manner.
Jon finally settled on mashing his left arm across his breasts while bending slightly forward and feeling with his right hand. There was nothing but an expanse of soft bare skin wider than his spread hand extending from the bottom of the red stretchy tube top to the short black leather mini skirt with a wide red belt perched so low on his hips, the only thing keeping it up was his full round little ass.
"Karyn, why?" Jon asked quietly as he straightened. It was only now that he realized how much he had to look up to meet Karyn's eyes. Waiting for Karyn to answer, he finally noticed the light tug and motion from his ears and brought his hands up to feel the large dangling earrings.
Karyn felt bad looking at the hurt look on the over sexed young girl's face. She had a sudden urge to comfort her and tell her that everything would be alright. She also wanted to tell her to take off that trashy outfit and put on something decent before she got herself into trouble. This all flashed through Karyn's mind involuntarily before more rational thought kicked in and she remembered that this was Jon. Gathering her resolve, Karyn answered Jon's question. "Why? I'll tell you why. To paraphrase the rock-guy from the Fantastic Four, IT'S OGLING TIME. We're going out, get some shoes on."
"What! There is no way I'm going out where anyone can see me like this." Jon shrieked.
"Damn girl, watch the ears! Look, I'm going out with you or without you. I'll be out in the car. You can do whatever you like, but I'm leaving in five minutes.
"Karyn wait, you can't do this!" Jon whined to Karyn's retreating back. "Shit Shit Shit! This can't be happening to me!" Jon wondered if he had time to change into something less ... less. Throwing open his closet, Jon's mouth dropped open at the site of nothing but short dresses and shorter skirts. A panicked check of his underwear drawer revealed lace and wire bras and multiple colors of thongs. "Damn it, no time." Going back to his closet, the left side was filled with neatly stacked and open shoe boxes. All of the shoe boxes were labeled 'Mandy's Hot Stiletto's'. "I can't believe this!" Jon muttered as he grabbed the top most pair of shoes, fuchsia-pink pumps with a four inch bright yellow stiletto heel. Hurriedly slipping them on, Jon rapidly tic-tac, tic-tac'd his way out to Karyn, bouncing and jiggling with every step. He only hoped that Karyn was still there, never noticing that he had no trouble at all walking in the rather extreme 'fuck-me' shoes.
