"You see, this would have been a better popularity wish than breasts and hair. If you wished for this, the guys would be all over you and you could just decide to stop wearing it if you wanted," Jon said.
"And you think I want guys to see me as a mere sex object?!" Karyn said, shocked. "I wanted to be seen as attractive and popular, not just as something fuckable. I should just throw this bottle out."
Karyn reached over and tried wrenching the bottle out of Jon's hands, but Jon's grip on it was firm. Finally, the bottle came loose, but slipped out of her fingers. As it plummeted to the ground, Karyn reached down to catch it, but she was too late. CRASH! The bottle shattered on the ground, splashing Karyn with its contents.
"Oh great!" Jon said. "See what you did?"
"What I did?" Karyn asked. "You were the one who was holding the flask really tight." She paused, looking at him. "Jon? Jon, are you okay?"
But Jon wasn't listening. He was too busy leering at her. And when Karyn looked around, she saw that all the boys were leering at her.
"Uh oh," she muttered, realizing that the pheromones were affecting all the guys around her, including Jon. In that type of state-of-mind, who knew what they'd do to her?
