Melissa put a reassuring hand on Jon's leg, and Melony gave him a smile from over Melissa's shoulder. Lucy, who was seated on Melony's other side, was looking in the other direction. "Hey," she chirped, "let's go to H&M."
This caught Melony's attention. "I could do with some clothes shopping," she agreed.
"Why don't we go to GameStop," Jon countered, "it's right here."
"Sorry Jon," Melissa moved her hand from leg to shoulder, "you're out-voted three-to-one." Then she got up to follow the other two girls, who were already walking in the direction of the store in question.
Jon felt like he should be upset by this development, why would he want to go clothes shopping at H&M after all, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Somehow this kind of interaction felt familiar. Comfortable. Somewhere down the line, the girls would make it up to him.
So, after a sigh that was more for show than for protest, Jon stood up as well and made his way to H&M. Where he immediately had handfuls of outfits shoved in his arms, and was then himself playfully shoved towards the fitting rooms.
Back at Lake Point High School, Mrs. Watson's class continued on as normal. Lucy had picked precisely the correct volume such that her friends heard her wish, but nobody else did. And so nobody else thought anything was unusual, aside from the four empty seats at the back of the room.
But eventually the bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Karyn and her best friend Tiffany spilled into the hallway with the rest of their classmates. But Tiffany Sanders had a wicked grin on her face.
"Come with me," she said, pulling Karyn into an unused classroom in a seldom-used hallway.
"What are you doing?" Karyn asked once the door had been closed behind them.
"We're going to get you laid today," Tiffany said with a smile so infectious that it smoothed over Karyn's protests. While Tiffany had swapped the trait of seeking companionship from Steve Farber in particular, she was still very sex-positive, and she knew deep in her heart that her best friend was repressed. Everyone had their own relationship with their sexuality, and Tiffany understood that this was an ongoing conversation throughout people's lives. But Karyn hadn't even started talking yet, didn't even speak the same language as her sexuality yet.
And as she put down her navy blue Jansport backpack and opened the pink duffel bag that she also carried with her, Tiffany knew that she was going to be a great teacher.
"First thing's first, your pants have to go."
Four blouses, three dresses, two skirts, and one pair of skinny jeans. That's what the girls had foisted upon Jon before confining him to the lone men's fitting room, surrounded by the tinkling of their giggles.
They weren't mischievous giggles, as Jon may have expected, but rather gleeful giggles. The girls couldn't wait to see what their friend looked like in the outfits. But Jon, despite already wearing a mostly-feminine outfit, didn't want to push things any farther. But he knew he'd have to play along, at least a little.
So he removed the pink top he'd acquired from Tiffany, and replaced it with a still-feminine, but more conservative white button-down with a lace collar and mother of pearl buttons. And he removed his own baggy jeans, replacing them with the skinny jeans that appeared to be his least-feminine alternative. And he gave himself a once-over in the mirror just to make sure everything was on straight. And then he exited the fitting room, to the squeals of his three friends.
"That looks so good on you!"
"Very classic."
"Those jeans really show off your butt."
"However..." Melony let the thought dangle as she brought a thumb to her chin. "I do wish you didn't have that bulge distorting the silhouette of your crotch."
A flash. Three gasps. Melony had the stone. Jon would need to keep better track of it going forward.
He wasn't as upset as he thought he'd be, though. The way this day had been going, he figured he'd end up without a dick eventually. And, while he wouldn't admit this out loud, this new anatomical configuration was a lot more comfortable with the underpants he'd found himself forced to wear.
"Well," Melissa breathed, "at least you can come over and change in the girl's fitting rooms with us now." There was that, too.
"Besides, he needs our help," Melony added, trying to justify her own slip-up. "A white blouse with a pink skirt like that? We really need to show him how to dress."
Jon's breath caught in his throat as he turned to look at a mirror. He'd almost forgotten that he was still swapping with Tiffany, but sure enough he saw that his hairy legs were almost entirely exposed, displayed by what was once Tiffany Sanders's two-tiered ruffled mini-skirt. Though oddly enough, the price tags from the jeans remained.
