Several hours later, Jon had no hands. His arms ended in sleeves, and his head was sunken past the mouth down his lacy neck. It was only a matter of time before his head was gone completely; he figured that'd be the last thing gone, but the transformation probably ended at his feet. Jon grinned, or, made the mental motion to. At this rate, he'd be a dress before Karyn came back after school.
Suddenly, his head shot down further, and his field of vision was engulfed by white lace before disappearing entirely. He could no longer see or hear, but he felt everything just fine, including the rather quick transformation from flesh and cloth to a different type of cloth, in his legs. After however long - time seemed to hold no more meaning for him - he felt the changes stop, and lost the ability to move entirely, draped out over his bed waiting for Karyn.
A pair of hands ran themselves over his chest, and he felt himself shiver with excitement even though he never physically moved. I hope that's Karyn... he thought, and the hands lifted him up. He felt himself move rather abruptly, his chest back on the bed as his lower body was wrapped around soft skin, and his upper body followed suit. Despite the rapid movement which would most definitely have made him dizzy and nauseous in human form, he felt fine... even happy. Someone was wearing him! The feeling of being filled was wonderful, and he hoped that Karyn was enjoying it as much as he was.
"...on? Jon? See if you ca..." he heard Karyn say, and got the meaning just fine. Once she removed him and put him on the bed, he willed a change, and felt himself changing rapidly back into a person the opposite of the way he'd become a dress. "How was it?" Karyn asked, and he blinked away the odd feeling of lace in his eyes.
"That was amazing. I couldn't see or hear anything, but I felt it all. Well, I could hear a little bit of it, the last part asking me to change back." He grinned, far too excited. "I can see why Grandma Taylor spent so much time being worn."
Karyn grinned. "Well, I'll make sure to wear you a lot, okay? Maybe you'll learn to do other nifty stuff like your grandma. Was she on your mom's or your dad's side?"
"My dad's," he said. "I guess this explains why mom always goes out alone. I never really thought about it before."
"Oh, weird!" Karyn squealed. "So..." she sighed. "I have to come clean with you, Jon. The world's like this because I made a wish that you'd turn into a dress."
Jon's mouth dropped open, and he stared at her, conflicting emotions warring on his face. "Well... it isn't a bad thing, is it? I assume you mean that we're changelings. It was a good wish. IF you hadn't made it, I'd never have experienced that. And you'd never be able to go out wearing me." He grinned at her, seeing her face light up again. "Usually just lovers do stuff like that, but good friends can too."
"Oh, thanks, Jon!" she cried, pulling him into a tight hug. "So, what are we gonna do now? Your transformation finished way early and you have a few days off school..."
