Karyn’s brow furrowed in concentration, her lips pressed tightly together. She closed her eyes and hunched her shoulders like she was about to attempt levitation. Her hands curled into fists and her whole body went stiff as though she was trying to wring the power out of herself by brute force.
Jon, sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite her, tried not to laugh but couldn’t quite keep it in. “You look like you’re about to give yourself an aneurysm.”
“Shut up,” Karyn hissed without opening her eyes. “I’m working on it. Shapeshifting is… it’s not exactly in my list of life skills, okay?”
After another thirty seconds of fruitless grunting, she cracked one eye open, scowled, and flopped back onto the bedspread. “Ugh. Nothing. Not even a twitch. My nose should’ve at least gone pointy or something.”
Jon shrugged. “Maybe it takes practice. You know, like walking. Babies fall on their butts a hundred times before they figure it out.”
Karyn rolled her head to look at him. “So what, I’m supposed to spend the next two years drooling on myself until I manage to turn my arm into a spoon?”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“Jon, be serious.”
“I am serious. This stuff is—well, it’s not exactly in the curriculum. You can’t just read the ‘Shapechanging for Dummies’ manual and pick it up in a weekend.”
Karyn let out a dramatic groan and buried her face in the blanket. “Great. I’ll be stuck like this forever. Blond bimbo Barbie with the extra chest weight. Just kill me now.”
Jon hesitated, then looked down at the stone in his hand. His thumb rubbed over its cool, metallic-red surface, and the words rose to his lips almost of their own accord. “I wish Karyn would just know how to use her shapeshifting powers properly.”
The familiar prickling sensation shot through his eyes, and Karyn jerked upright as if someone had dumped ice water down her back. Her body went rigid for a second, then she gasped, blinking wildly.
“Whoa.” She pressed a hand to her temple, then to her chest. Her eyes widened. “That… that was weird. Like a hundred little instructions just got crammed into my brain at once.”
Jon leaned forward. “Are you okay?”
A slow smile spread across her face. “More than okay. Watch this.”
She sat up straighter, closed her eyes for a moment, and then—smooth as if someone had flipped a switch—her hair darkened from pale blond back to its familiar messy red. At the same time, her frame seemed to compress subtly, the sweater hanging loose again in a way Jon recognized.
Karyn opened her eyes and grinned. “Ta-da. Back to the original model.”
Jon let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Thank God. You were starting to look like a shampoo commercial.”
“Please. I make everything look good.” She winked, then looked down at herself, tilting her head. “But why stop there?”
Her form shimmered again, more deliberately this time, and Jon watched in fascinated horror as she tweaked herself—hair a little shinier, jawline a little sharper, eyes brighter. The kind of subtle adjustments you couldn’t quite point to, but suddenly she looked like the idealized version of herself.
Karyn raised her eyebrows, catching his expression. “Pretty, right?”
Jon tried to find words. “You… look like you stepped out of one of those magazine ads. But it’s weird, because it’s still you, just… off.”
“Off?” She pouted, then smirked. “Come on, admit it. I look amazing.”
“That’s not the point,” Jon said quickly. “The point is, this is dangerous. You can’t just—just sculpt yourself like clay because you feel like it. What if someone notices?”
She flicked her hair—her perfectly glossy, now shoulder-length hair—and laughed. “Jon, people notice when I trip over the curb on the way to school. They’ll just assume I finally figured out conditioner.”
Jon buried his face in his hands. “This is going to end so badly.”
“Relax.” Karyn leaned closer, studying her new reflection in the mirror across the room. “This is fun. Cool. You worry too much.”
For a few minutes, she experimented—lengthening her fingers, shrinking them, making her hair cascade down her back before pulling it short again. Every success made her giggle like a kid discovering a new toy.
Jon tried not to stare, but it was hard to look away. “You’re treating this like playdough. It’s not playdough.”
“Don’t be such a grandpa.” She twirled, shifting her sweater into a snug blue top before flicking it back green. “You made the wish. Might as well enjoy it.”
He sighed. “I didn’t make it so you could play dress-up. I made it so you wouldn’t panic every time you looked in the mirror.”
“Mission accomplished!” She clapped her hands, then paused, a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Actually… speaking of mirrors…”
Jon froze. “Karyn. What are you—”
Before he could finish, her whole body shimmered again. Her red hair shortened, darkened; her frame stretched slightly; her face rearranged itself with uncanny smoothness. In the space of a breath, Jon found himself staring at… himself.
His double stood there in his room, wearing his clothes, his crooked grin plastered across its face.
“Holy crap,” Jon whispered.
Karyn—Jon—spread her arms wide. “Well? How do I look?” Her voice even carried his timbre, though a little exaggerated.
Jon’s stomach lurched. “That’s not funny.”
“Oh, come on.” His own smirk grinned back at him. “It’s hilarious. You’ve got the easiest face in the world to copy. Just a little sheepish smile and a permanent expression like you’re about to apologize for existing.”
Jon glared. “You’re a menace.”
Karyn laughed, the sound disorienting coming from Jon’s mouth. “Lighten up! I’m you. You should be flattered.”
Then she glanced down at her borrowed body, tugging at the waistband of the jeans. “Huh. This is trippy.” She tilted her head, inspecting her now penis with exaggerated curiosity witgh suprized how big her frends dick is and how it feels connected to her now. “Feels weird having your dick Jon.”
Jon shot up from the bed, his face blazing. “Karyn, stop that!”
But she only leaned back against the bed sheats, grinning like a cat looking up again. “Relax, Jon-boy. I’m just trying out the merchandise. Don’t get your—well, my—boxers in a twist.”
“That’s not—ugh!” He grabbed the box with the stone and clutched it protectively. “I swear, if you don’t quit, I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Wish me into a toad?” She laughed again, shaking her head. “Face it, Jon. This is too much fun. And if you think I’m not going to milk every drop of entertainment out of this…” She let the sentence trail off with a wicked grin, kicking of the jeans and boxers she had no with well getting a proper look at the dick with well kind of likeing it with it getting well hard, what just makes Karyn smile with well always wanted to know what guys feel when they do this starting to jerk of there and then, with of core Jon was not at all happy seeing a copey of him self nowing its his best frend who is also a girl he might or might nor fance now jerking of mostly his dick, with well saying so "what the hell Karyn! that is so messed up, like you lichly violating my body", with Karyn just smiled laying back on the bed and said "its my body now jonny boy, and this this great, i see why you guys always do it, and boy thinking about the girls from are class in the changing room at gym is really working imagining putting this in them, what really doing something for me in this body!" smiling anf going faster nwo with Jon just saying god, im going to the bath room i dont want to watch my self jerking of knowing its you getting up and leving the room what Karyn was fine with with after 2 more minets she well orgasimed all over Jons bed, smiling and breving havey saying "god that felt amazing," and calling out to join in the bath room in Jons voice and body saying "Jonny im done and it was amzing." smiling as he came back in with Karyn at least put the boxers back on.
