After moving through a few more yards without incident, Jon, still in the form of an athletic black wooman, took a moment to tie her shirt into a halter type arrangement that more effectively covered her new breasts. Then, spotting a line of laundry hanging in the back of a yard where there were no lights on, she snuck in and grabbed a skirt hanging there. It was probably supposed to be knee-length, but on her towering physique, it was barely a miniskirt.
This is too weird! she thought, But it doesn't really feel half bad! She examined her well-defined musculature as it moved under her smooth, coffee-hued skin. I wish I knew why I kept changing, though.
Meanwhile, Sarah, in Karyn's body was marching from her house towards Jon's. Boy, when I get hold of Jon, I'm gonna give him what for! How dare he do this to me! I'm - I'm - wh-what's happening?
Sarah felt her body shift and change again, as she shrank several inches. Her clothes, which already felt slighly loose on Karyn's body, now bagged around her in places, then grew tight in others as her body assumed its new shape.
Sarah guessed she was barely five feet tall, and her skin was fair, but covered in freckles. Her hair was now a long, curly auburn mane, and her figure could best be descibed as "plump".
"Now what the hell's he done to me?!?" she almost screamed.
"Gussie?!" came a weak voice from behind her. "Is that you?!?" Sarah turned to see an old man, taking his trash can out to the curb, and staring at her wide-eyed. "Oh my word!" he said, his eyes bulging in shock, "It is you! Gussie! I sat be your bed and watched you die 15 years ago!! How - how can you be here?!? And how can you be so young?!"
Oh boy! Sarah moaned inwardly. He thinks I'm his dead wife!
