Jon looked down at the glove, which now sat limply in his lap, as if his arm had simply disappeared entirely. He panicked for a moment, and his other arm popped off; he waved it around for a minute, even picking up the other glove, before it too fell into his lap. Lying down with the gloves on his lap, he stared up at the ceiling, thinking to himself. How boring it's gonna be without arms. My legs are changing pretty quickly, though... and my neck is sunken almost fully into the neck of the dress.
His lacy high neck was tickling his chin, an odd sensation from both sides of it. Meanwhile, the top of his pants, from the crotch to about an inch under it, had merged and ballooned out, attached rather awkwardly to his pant legs which were slowly following suit. Jon didn't know what he'd been saying before; he'd definitely be a dress tonight. From then on it was only a matter of waiting for Karyn to try him on, and for the time he'd be able to change back and learn to control his form.
He couldn't wait.
