"Jenny, change now." And suddenly, Jenny could feel the changes.
Almost instantly she could tell that she wasn't a teddy bear anymore. For one thing, she knew that she was effectively flat, and that she was very prominently textured rather than furry.
But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out right away what she was. That is, not until she took stock of where she was. Looking around herself she saw back to the dresser, a ways on each side, and looking down... to either side of her she could see a peach-colored pillar that ended in a petite foot. 'Oh god! I'm panties!?'
'Jon! I can't see, what'd she make you? Where are you?'
Sarah's voice made its way to the both of them, "Well, Jenny? Are you curious to see yourself? If I must say so, I happen to think I look very good in you."
'You're on her?'
'I think I'm her panties...' Searching what she could feel, Jon couldn't seem to figure herself out exactly...
"Not quite. Here, look in the mirror." Jenny could feel some very slight movement as the pillars to either side of her moved and carried her to stop in front of Sarah's full-length mirror.
What Jenny saw in the mirror was a paralyzingly beautiful young woman with almost overly-large breasts barely held in check by an almost-not-there white-lace bra, and there, on her crotch, was an equally almost-not-there white-lace... thong?
'I'M A THONG!?'
'YOU'RE A THONG!? A THONG!?'
"Yup. Thongs are so much more comfortable than regular panties. Now, to complete the outfit. Karyn, change now. Jenny, change now."
And they both changed once more.
