Jon felt woozy, he blinked away the blurriness in his vision as he stared up at a bright, buzzing light. He was sure that he was talking to Karyn a moment ago, but he looked around the room, and couldn't see her anywhere. He wasn't completely sure where he was, it looked like a hospital room. The walls were a pale turquoise, and there were medical machines in one corner. He thought for a moment, why he would be in a hospital room, and a blurriness faded from his memory, and like a slap to the face, he remembered.
He sat up, like a bolt, and felt the soreness in his chest radiate. He immediately grabbed at the sore sensation, to find his chest tightly bandaged. He slid off the bed, unsteadily to his feet. He was wearing a hospital gown, and he quickly tore it from his body and it floated to the floor, discarded. He padded over to the wall where there was a mirror, and he could see the reflection of Scarlett Johanssson, or rather, himself.
His reflection looked, confused and horrified as the girlish boy tore at the bandaged chest. He was fumbling with the bandages for what felt like hours, before they finally fell away revealing the most perfect pair of breasts he had ever laid his eyes on. They hung from his chest, in all their perky glory, announcing to the world that he was now and forever more, a girl.
His hands immediately assaulted his new breasts, first tugging, then kneading, then softly massaging. They weren't the first pair of breasts he had ever laid his hands on, but they were certainly the best feeling. He didn't know how, but somehow new sensations coursed through his body as he felt his breasts. His penis grew erect in seconds as he watched the mirror refection. He looked so much like Scarlett now, no one would be able to tell them apart unless he was naked.
"Jon..." he heard a soft voice from behind him. He spun in shock to see a figure silhouetted in the doorway. His nakedness forgotten in the moment, as the real Scarlett Johansson walked into the room, and closed the door behind her.
"Scarlett." he said, meekly announcing her, then realizing he was bare assed naked attempted to cover himself up. "Jesus! Sorry!" he squeaked. Scarlett smirked as she glided closer to him, grabbing his hands, and stopping himself from covering his nakedness. Scarlett was staring at his breasts. He felt confused, embarrassed, and a little self conscious at her boldness. He wondered if this is what women felt when men looked at their boobs. He then wondered if he'd have to put up with those kind of looks for the rest of his life now. Scarlett's voice snapped him back to attention.
"They're perfect." she said as her hands softly caressed his breasts. Jon's back was to the mirrored wall, he had no where to retreat as the starlet groped him.
"Wha.... what..." was all he could muster as a protest as Scarlett leaned in and placed soft kisses on his nipples.
"I told Karyn we needed some alone time, we should have an hour at least." Scarlett said softly as her jacket slipped off her shoulders to the floor.
Jon looked Scarlett in the eyes, noticing the hunger reflected there, and ignoring all of his own protests, pulled her face to his, and kissed her.
