"What are you doing with these, anyway? You hate pink" I demanded.
Karyn grinned. "Put them on and I might tell you" she said playfully. It was worrisome; despite everything, I wondered if her mistake with the hair and enlarged breasts had actually done something to her mind.
"I told you its not happening. What I want is you to tell the truth. Has something happened? And what is with this whole 'Joanna' thing?"
""The truth? I always had them, though not my favorite. I like the name, I think it suits you, and as for you being stubborn, 'Ánna' I don't want you getting a UTI."
"What?"
Än infection. What then?" Getting your mom involved? She'd probably 'accidently' turn you back into a little girl, as a replacement for Zoe. I'm sure even that goth would love a little sister..."
"Not going to happen I said though gritted teeth. I was annoyed, but mainly because I thought Karyn cold be right. Mom and Zoe didn't really get on. Zoe and I did, even with our differences, though an outsider wouldn't have guessed, since we insulted each other near constantly. Karyn wasn't finished. Ör you you could you that rock, but considering what has happened, the easiest interpretation to Í don't have an infection 'is to give you panties anyway."
Scowling, I picked up the panties and slid them on. It felt snug, strange, and much more comfortable than my own ill fitting underwear. Annoyed that she had been right, I snapped, "Happy now? What are you up to?" Karyn had something hidden behind her back, and she obviously didn't want me to see. Knowing her mood at the moment, I was fearing a skirt. That would be too much. I wondered if I could get my jeans back on without damage.
Ï want to run some tests. You ran into Zoe an lunch, right? Did she perceive any changes to you, Ánna'?"
"No she didn't, so knock it off. I'm not a girl"
"Now you're wearing more suitable clothes, I want you to try again. See if anything has changed..." Karyn said, seemingly lost in her own scheme.
"Suitible? I started, but Karyn stopped me as she whipped the thing for behind, and before I knew what had happened, she had fastened the matching pink and white bra around my chest and had started to pull the straps over my shoulders. Naturally, I was mad. I may had needed the panties, but I certainly didn't need the bra.
"Karyn! What is wrong with you?! Get this thing off me right NOW"
