(Okay, kind of cheating here, really just reposting a previous entry with a few alterations to account Cvlsoldier's changes, but I really liked what they did and wanted to work off that.)
Jon and Saralyne made their way through the crowd, though each was given a respectable berth amongst the students. Saralyne's height usually earned her a bit of distance, and the entire school knew that Jon could kick just about anyone's ass, so it wasn't too difficult to weave through to the cafeteria.
"So tell me, Madison how does yo' manage with thet thar hair?" Saralyne asked, indicating Jon's mahogany locks. "Ah mean, ah bet yo' kin't even see out yer lef' eye."
Jon reached up and absently brushed a finger through his hair, which now touched his shoulders and obscured the entire left side of his face. "Well sure it does, but it's not as if I really need to see out that side. Moreover, I think it looks smashing. Unique, even."
"Ah suppose so, but it still seems a mite pecoolyar t'me."
Jon gave a girlish titter at this, covering his hand over his mouth demurely as he did. His hand shrank as he did, until it had become as petite and lovely as he feet were. Similarly, Jon's overall frame seemed to shrink as he walked alongside his towering companion, from just a few inches shorter than Saralyne's six feet height to over half a foot shorter.
The pair finally reached Jon's table in near the center of the cafeteria, where Nicole sat eating a Caesar salad. Looking up, Nicole's face brightened as she saw Jon approach. "Ah! Madison! There you are! And I see you brought a nouvelle fille with you as well," she added, glancing at Saralyne.
"Why yes, this is Saralyne McMillian, she just arrived earlier this week, figured she could use some mates." Jon explained. "Saralyne, this is Nicole Lilse, resident bic-needer to our group."
"A pleasure t' meatcha," Saralyse said, giving a curt dip of her head.
"Ah, an Américain, eh? I see you offer something for everyone. Karyn will love to have another native around here, you and Madison both seem capable of fending off a maniant la hache fou with your bare hands, and you and I, well, you simply must show me how to do that merveilleux braid you have your hair in."
"Speaking of Karyn, do you have the foggiest idea where she might be?" Jon inquired, looking over each shoulder. By the time his face had turned back to face Nicole with an inquisitive eyebrow raised, Jon's face had shifted, the cheekbones growing quite pronounced and the chin softening a little.
"Oh, she's lurking about, somewhere," Nicole replied, her eyes scanning the room. "Ah there she is. Hey! Votre putain merde teinté!" Nicole shouted across the cafeteria. "Get over here!"
Following the direction Nicole shouted in, Jon spotted Karyn and rolled his eyes. As usual, Karyn Black had found herself a boy to play with. This time she was snogging with a member of the basketball team, and Jon could tell that Karyn had the poor fellow eating out of the palm of her hand. Upon hearing Nicole's call, Karyn hastily disengaged herself and walked over to the group without a second glance at her boy toy.
This scene didn't seem the slightest bit strange to Jon or anyone else at the school, as they all remembered Karyn not as the tomboy she had been most her life, but rather as the biggest nymphomaniac around, having slept with most the men and a few of the females of the student body, and who knows how many people who didn't attend the school. Many of her peers despised Karyn for her rather slutty habits, but Jon knew that while Karyn acted very much like an animal on the prowl when it came to sex, she was actually pretty nice once you got past that.
Physically speaking Karyn hadn't undergone any magical transformation, though her change in attitude and attire alone was enough to make her look quite different. Karyn was wearing a black dress that clung to her body as if it was glued to it, a pair of six inch stilettos, and more makeup than the old Karyn had worn in her entire life. Combined with the straight blonde hair and impressive bosom she had acquired yesterday, Karyn's getup was the stuff of a girlfriend's nightmare and a boy's wet dream.
"I see you're still acting like a trollop for whichever bloke with a todger is nearest," Jon commented wryly.
"I don't see why when Steve Farber sleeps around, it makes him a 'stud'," Karyn replied, adapting a much more sultry tone than that she employed before school today. "But when I do it, it makes me a slut. Oh, and by the way, Steve's reputation is overrated. Did him two or three times, had him crying in bed afterwards every time. Ah, and who might your new friend here be?" she asked, indicating Saralyne.
Jon blinked, but recovered quickly. "Oh, sorry. Karyn, this is Saralyne, the new quine. Saralyne, this is Karyn, a sket who probably had more leg-over last tuesday than we will ever have in our entire combined lives. Other than that though, she's a mint lass."
"A pleasure, ma'am," Saralyne said courteously, causing Karyn to give a small giggle.
"A Southerner? I see you're determined to make me the only one in our group lacking an accent, Madison," Karyn noted playfully.
"I'm the one without an accent, you have a yankee one. Us Brits had the language first before you septics did," Jon shot back. "Haway, Karyn, we'll let Saralyne rest here and get the three of us some nosh, unless you got some when Nicole did."
"No, no, I was a little... distracted by Lucas over there. Saralyne, it was nice meeting you, I hope we can get better acquainted when me and Madison get back with the food." The two left Saralyne with Nicole, and made their way towards the cafeteria's line. As they did, several boys slapped Karyn's ass as she passed, and she even let one of them fondle it for a bit. Jon rolled his eyes and pretended not to notice.
"You do realize everyone thinks you're a barmy slag?" he told Karyn as they finally reached the line.
"Let them. They get to feel superior about themselves and I can just carry on with my fun," Karyn replied "By the way, thanks again for letting me wish for these new tits. You cannot believe how much more awesome they are when I-"
"Cack! The wishing stone! I had completely forgotten that I lost it this forenoon!"
"What? If you lost the stone, we should really find it." Karyn's attention was drawn away as a cat call sounded her direction from across the room. She smiled, blowing a kiss at the boy while fondling her left breast with her free hand. Karyn turned back to Jon, who gave her a clear look of disapproval. "After all, if someone were to find it and use it, they could completely change reality. And we wouldn't even know it!"
"You're right, it's dangerous, but the chances of that happening are slim to none. Right now, let's just order some food and enjoy lunch with Nicole and the new lass. Oh look, they have pastries."
"No no, honey, that will go straight to your thighs," Karyn scolded, giving Jon's exposed haunch a pinch for emphasis. Jon's thighs seemed to respond to Karyn's touch, the flesh softening and plumping to more feminine proportions. Neither Karyn nor Jon noticed this, however, and just continued their conversation. "How about we get three of the chicken sandwiches? Those look good."
"Well that may be fine and dandy for you and Saralyne, but I'm a vegetarian, remember?" Jon replied, despite the fact that he had eaten meat all his life.
"Oh, right, sorry. Well then you can get that same salad Nicole was eating."
"That sounds ace," Jon said, ordering two chicken salads and one Caesar. They grabbed the trays, then made their way back to the table. Halfway there an eyelash fell into Jon's eye. Blinking furiously, Jon failed to notice how each motion of his eyelids prompted his remaining lashes to grow longer and darker. By the time he had finally gotten it out, his eyes were framed by a dark, seductive fringe. Satisfied, Jon continued on with his lunch, none the wiser of just how far his changes had come...
