Jon sat there alone a little longer than he intended. Something about the room suddenly felt woefully lonely. It wasn't that she couldn't function, it was more like the sails had been taken out of her. She wanted little more than to just curl up and wait for mistress... No... Karen, Jon insisted upon his suggestible mind, to come back. But that just wouldn't do! With a start he realized that far too much time had passed already. It'd be almost impossible to get ready and make it in time for school.
He stammered to his feet and almost immediately fell over at his new rear facing center of gravity. He checked and confirmed that, yes he did have very modest AA cup breasts, but they were hardly noticeable compared to his burgeoning rear. As he scurried around his room gathering up his school stuff he began to realize that his perky little breasts were going to be a problem. The tight Tshirt rubbed against his nipple, sending aroused tingles down his spine, and in spite of their small size, they were already becoming a distraction. He flustered. By the end of the day they'd be painfully painfully soar, he could already tell.
With a sigh, he searched for a bra, and slipped his shirt up and off his head. He'd just have to get mist... Karen to put it back when he got to school. He slippes the bra on, and realized quite quickly that it was both a push up, and padded. It didn't do much to enhance his already subtle cleavage, but it was embarrassingly noticeable to Jon every time he looked on.
As he turned to his closet to finish his outfit, he realized that while he may not be compelled to wear tight clothing, his wardrobe definitely reflected it. He squirmed as he attempted to find more modest clothing. He could find it, but nothing quite seemed right... He feared that maybe the wish had effected him, but hoped that it was just his desire to look sexy for mistress!
Quickly, he slipped on some dark leggings, and jean short shorts. The leggings made it fit school dress code, but it was obvious how he wanted to dress. No wait! He didn't want to dress like this, it was just Karen. Afterwards, he threw a wide necked, loose print T over his body. He let it hang there a moment, then knotted it. Finally, he wiggled into a cropped blazer, giving the outfit a hint of maturity. He completed the ensemble with a large bracelet on one hand, and some bangles on the other, and a modest silver chain around his neck. He could always take them off. He just wanted to look good when he first met Karen, he insisted.
Grabbing his backpack, (Which he now realized was black with pink highlights.) and slipping on some black wedge heels, he scurried towards the door with a safe amount of time left before school. Something held him back. He forgot to apply his makeup! He realized with a sudden panic. He flew back to the bathroom, and gazed at his face in the mirror...
