Karyn caught up with Jon just as he was about to turn the corner towards school, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Instead of guilt, she felt a bubbling sense of excitement. This was going to be fun.
"Hey, Jon!" she called out, her voice dripping with playful enthusiasm. Jon turned around, his expression already weary, and Karyn couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
"Karyn," Jon greeted her, sounding a bit grumpy. The the thought of spending the entire day in a girl's uniform wasn’t doing much for his mood.
Karyn sidled up to him, her eyes glinting with amusement as she took in his outfit. "You know," she began, her tone teasing, "if I didn’t know better, I’d say those legs of yours were made for that skirt."
Jon flushed, his expression a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "Karyn, knock it off," he muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but Karyn could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, come on, Jon-boy," she teased, bumping him lightly with her shoulder. "I bet you get more compliments today than I do." she said, gesturing at her new boyish fit.
"Anyway, how about I walk you to school, like the good little schoolgirl you are?"
Jon rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a chuckle. "You’re enjoying this way too much," he said, shaking his head.
"Maybe I am," Karyn admitted, her grin widening. "But seriously, let’s make the best of it. Who knows, maybe you’ll start a trend. All the boys might want to wear skirts by the end of the year, thanks to you."
Jon sighed, his gaze drifting down to his uniform. "You know, I’ve been thinking... Why can’t I just wear your clothes? I mean, it makes more sense, right? You’ve got the boys’ uniform; I’ve got the girls’. We could just swap."
Karyn’s grin widened as she saw her opportunity to tease him even more. "Oh, Jon, that’s adorable! But let’s be real here—my uniform would be way too big for you. I mean, just look at you! You’re not exactly filling out that skirt, are you?"
Jon’s face turned a deeper shade of red. He looked down at himself, suddenly all too aware of how snug the skirt was around his waist and how the blouse hung a little loosely on his frame. "I—I guess not," he mumbled, embarrassed.
Karyn stifled a giggle. "And let’s not forget about the bra situation," she added with a smirk. "You’d be swimming in mine, and I’m pretty sure that’s not the look you’re going for, right?"
Jon winced, his embarrassment growing. "Okay, okay, I get it," he muttered, wishing the ground would just swallow him up.
Karyn couldn’t resist one more jab. "Besides, you’re doing just fine in your current outfit. If anything, I think it’s custom-made for you. Who knew you’d look so cute in knee socks?"
