"Karyn," Jon said, "make yourself visible."
It was sort of strange moment. Karyn materialized around Jon's fingers. There, before him, was his best friend, his fingers stuck firmly in her vagina and sweat glistened over her naked body.
"Whoa," said John, pulling back.
"Please," she cooed advancing on him, "Don't stop."
"Lemme just think of a way to fix this," started Jon, whose voice suddenly turned to mumbling. He looked down to see his mouth sealing itself, turning into a patch of skin without lips. He looked, terrified up at Karyn, who looked legitimately apologetic.
"I'm so sorry Jon," she cried, "I know you're trying to help, but if that means taking Biff away from me, I just can't let you do that."
