Jon could hear Karyn's protests as he swayed out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door of his house. Sure, it felt weird to be stuck in Karyn's body, as she was stuck in his, but he'd be damned if he was going to be the one who said "gumdrop" first and ended this round of the game.
A cool breeze was blowing. Fall had arrived in Jon's home-town, which is why Karyn had worn her sweater that day. A sweater that had been considerably bulkier just moments earlier.
"Hi Mister Appletop," Jon said, wiggling Karyn's fingers at his elderly neighbour. The man didn't respond. His eyes were glued to Jon's cleavage, his wish-induced breasts on display in the plunging neckline of Karyn's now-abbreviated sweater. Jon checked himself. The sweater, once a baggy home-knitted wool item of warmth and concealment, was now a tiny top. Barely hiding anything, its one button was valiantly holding Jon's breasts together, while leaving his midriff entirely exposed. Jon's pants, once a pair of baggy jeans, were now an ultra-tight pair of designer-label jeans, showing that Karyn's body no longer had on any underwear.
No wonder my neighbour is perving out on me, Jon thought with a smirk.
He continued on his way, wondering how long it would be before Karyn decided to say the word to end the wish. He shivered in the breeze, his body getting more exposed by the minute. He felt his jeans begin to creep up his legs, becoming capris, then shorts, then short-shorts. Cars slowed to check him out, men doing yardwork dropped their implements. Women rolled their eyes and him.
A click-click-click began to emanate from him as his sneakers transformed into a pair of high-heeled sandals. The breeze became barely tolerable when his sweater disappeared, revealing a bikini-top. His shorts shrank even more, leaving a the matching bikini bottom.
Jon had expected Karyn to stop him by now. He swayed down the sidewalk in a bikini and high-heels, a blonde, big-breasted beauty, starting to understand what women meant when they talked about being objectified, not seen as people, but rather as objects. He turned to see if Karyn was chasing after him, but found himself alone on the sidewalk, aside from the admirers who had emptied their houses to watch him on his walk.
As his bikini tightened on his body, shrinking to only cover his nipples and vagina, he turned. This was crazy. Maybe he could return to his house and convince Karyn to say "gumdrop". It was, after all, her body getting gawked at. He took a step, noting that his heels had grown a few inches. The only thing on him getting bigger, he thought ruefully. Jon observed as he walked that he had made it a number of blocks from his house. He only hoped that he'd make it home before he found himself completely naked.
