"There," huffed Karyn. "That should teach you not to use the wishing stone so irresponsibly."
She pocketed the remote in her jeans, then turned around to walk away. "I'm going home. Tell your parents I said hi!" She added with a mirthful smile.
"Karyn, wait! We can still work this out." Jon bargained, finally understanding the tight spot he put himself in.
"Just saying sorry now doesn't feel honest anymore coming from you Jon. This swap should teach you to walk a mile in my shoes."
Jon stood stock-still with his new pair of legs spread far apart, waving his hands in front of his groin to shoo the scary bugs away. It didn't help much. It seemed as though the more he grew agitated, more bees would crawl from between his legs.
This was definitely scarier than a simple trouser snake.
Having said that, Karyn confidently strode off wearing Jon's legs, and taking the Role Exchanger home with her. Chasing after her would prove futile. Jon didn't want to anger the bees any more than they already were. It was already a welcome surprise that none of them had stung his skin just yet.
Jon took a few deep, calming breaths. If he could clear his mind, he might be able to figure out how to get himself out of this predicament. Whether he noticed it or not, simple breathing exercises worked wonders on him and the behaviour of the bees that sat on his skin. As he relaxed, the angry bees became more docile. They became fewer in numbers, as they - scratch scratch - crawled back into their hive. The sensation gave Jon goosebumps. Though Karyn's legs came with its rather unique quirks, a lower body swap featuring a new pussy to play with came as a welcome surprise for Jon, especially after his experiences as Caitlyn.
The teen realised that, just like with his serpentine companion before the swap, he was given some form of control over his new transformation. The hive's behaviour seemed to depend on Jon's emotions, something that Karyn was too panicked to realise in her hurry to get rid of these changes.
Finally calm, there was barely a trace of the bees left on him. A few crawlers that were gathering pollen on the small flower bush that seemed to grow in a triangle shape just above his new vulva, and a couple of fliers around his groin that were searching for his entrance. He poked at his belly a couple of times. It didn't feel any different.
"Huh!" He muttered again, shrugging his shoulders. If he was in a good mood, there was hardly anything to worry about. A slight itch at worst. Perhaps it was best to pull up his- Karyn's yoga pants and head back home himself. If he got fed up with the buzzing, he could always turn to Karyn to apologise.
Usually, she's pretty forgiving...
