"Oh yeah!" Sarah cried before anyone had a chance to get out of earshot, "and I wish that, just for tonight, anyone who was in Karyn Black's bedroom with me a few minutes ago would be politely allowed into a home whenever they knock on its door!" Sarah heaved a sigh of relief at getting that wish out just in time, then decided to break the fourth wall. "Phew, that would have been a silly wish to omit. Glad I didn't forget about it because I was writing at 2am when I should have been sleeping."
Now, while Karyn Black's closest friend, emotionally, was very clearly Jon Gibson, her closest friend geographically was Jay Duncan, who lived only two houses down the street. And so it was that Jay's was the first house to be invaded by a member of Sarah's impromptu army when the girl who was once Joe Shula knocked on its door and was politely allowed inside.
Quickly navigating the hallway, she found Jay's bedroom door and entered without ceremony. A five-drawer chest of drawers stood immediately in front of her, and she pulled open the top one and plunged her hand inside.
The Y-front briefs within lost their Y, thinned in material, and took on pastel colors.
It was at this precise moment when Jon Gibson looked down at his friend's swimwear and saw the ties at the hips of Jay's supposed speedo.
The girl in Jay's room opened the next drawer, undershirts, and put her hand on every garment that was there.
It took a few moments for Jon to fully process that Jay was somehow wearing a string bikini bottom, but when it clicked he turned his head upwards to attempt to question Jay directly, even though he wasn't sure he'd be able to say anything without Karyn's approval. But his eyes didn't make it to Jay's face. They stopped at the neon green string bikini top that was tied across his chest.
Feminizing feminine hands continued to graze themselves over objects in Jay's bedroom, as the changes they wrought reverberated onto Jay's body miles away.
Before the wheel in Jon's head could catch up with its hamster, Jay Duncan did something that none of the boys had been able to do for quite some time by that point: he took a step forward.
Then another step.
He turned to face the remaining lineup of five boys and stepped backwards, continuing his trajectory towards Karyn, but establishing eye contact with his former compatriots.
For the moment, Jay's body itself was mostly unchanged. It was just his swimsuit, and the expression on his face that was different. It was a conspiratorial expression. Coy. Hiding a pleasure that it declined to explain.
But as computer accessories changed into cosmetics on one side of town, Jay's complexion cleared on the other. As D&D Monster Manuals turned into copies of Seventeen Magazine, Jay's hips broadened and stretched against his string bikini bottom. His paunch belly became soft and wide and shallow.
Jay reached the lounger next to Karyn and sat himself down, exchanging a knowing look with the girl in the pink bikini before both sets of eyes returned, intently, to stare at the line of boys before them.
Jon squirmed under Jay's gaze.
The Y-chromosomes within Jay lost their Y, as a hand found a framed picture and Jay's frame shrank to match Karyn in height as he-- now she-- gently bit her index finger between her teeth contemplatively.
The new Jay was a pear shape, but she carried it confidently, and as her facial features rounded and softened, her look shifted to something almost predatory. She was hungry for something that was not food.
Finally, everything in Jay's bedroom had been changed. From carpet to ceiling fan, from window to wall. Everything was girly. Nothing was overlooked. Even Jay's hidden stash of Playboys was changed into a discreetly-stored dildo. The only thing left was a name sign that hung on her door. But after a mere touch, that changed too and Jaye Duncan whispered something in Karyn's ear that caused both girls' smiles to widen in a way that only increased Jon's unease.
