As it happens, Jon had thought of hardly anything other than Karyn's wish since leaving school himself. He hadn't had a good look under her sweater, so he didn't know exactly what had happened to her boobs, but it couldn't be that bad, right? Not like what had happened to her HAIR.
He chewed his lip, thinking about it on the way back from school. If he was being honest with himself, it wasn't really that bad... right? It's hair: you can cut it, dye it, style it, even extend it with absolutely no magical help whatsoever. It's safe and fairly cheap, too, unlike the breast reduction options Karyn might be pondering. If Karyn really wanted to, she could just go get some red hair dye, then go to a barber or a salon or something and everything would be back to normal, no magic necessary. No big deal, right?
But Jon didn't want her to.
The feeling surprised him, and it took some amount of struggling with himself to admit that that was what it was. He struggled, in part because the blonde look was so aggressively unKarynlike that it felt wrong to say Karyn looked better with it! Karyn had had a mop of unruly red hair for as long as Jon had known her, sometimes shorter, sometimes longer; she didn't really give much of the stereotypical feminine care for having a well-treated head of the stuff, and aside from occasional trips to the barber to cut it down to "something manageable" she mostly just let her hair do its own thing. That was Karyn, that was just what Karyn was like. In contrast, this new blonde hairdo wasn't Karyn at all, no, it was... It was...
It was perfect!
Jon grit his teeth and tried to tell himself he wasn't into blondes (which normally was true), but then as he thought about it "blonde" wasn't really a sufficient word to describe what had happened to Karyn's hair color. It unquestionably was blonde, but at the roots where it reflected the sun's brightest shine it seemed platinum blonde, almost silver, and from there it turned into gleaming golden threads or soft sunset strawberry shades depending on how it caught the light. At the ends it even seemed pinkish! And all the colors shifted and shimmered as she moved and the light shone differently on it, like jewelry if jewelry flowed fluidly and sparkled more softly. Jon had never seen anything like it before, and as Karyn walked away earlier that day he'd caught himself staring as she went, mesmerized by her hair.
And that wasn't even what got him. What got him was how that hair had to feel. Hair was one of very few things in this world that could be soft, or fuzzy, or fluffy, or silky, or any of the above together, and Karyn's hair... Karyn's hair was ALL of those things. It flowed in a silky smooth cascade over her shoulders and down to the small of her back, puffing out into a volume of fluffy fuzzy goodness as it fell, all while still somehow keeping perfectly straight and free of tangles or split ends. Like magic. Jon didn't dare ask, but he badly wanted to run his hands through her hair, to feel it flow through his fingers with a pleasant tingle in its wake, to scratch and please and pleasure that perfect scalp and when she was in the mood he'd grab her by the hair and hold her down and fucking take her against-
"Oh, Ewww! Jon, you're disgusting!" Zoe snapped Jon out of his reverie by scoffing at him the moment he got home. "Put that thing AWAY, you perv! You're 18 and you're still getting those!?" Jon realized with sudden flushed embarrassment that he had sprung a very unfortunate boner as only awkward teenagers could, and upon that realization he immediately retreated to his room and locked the door.
Holy hell, Jon thought, is this a new fetish!? He certainly wasn't expecting himself to be turned on this much purely by thinking about hair. Hair, of all things! Maybe if he'd been dreaming about Karyn's boobs inflating, or her hips widening or thighs thiccening or something this would be normal, but hair? Why hair!? Hair wasn't supposed to be sexy like THIS! Why was he fixating on it all of a sudden!?
For that matter, why was he fixating on HER all of a sudden? Karyn wasn't his girlfriend, she was his best friend, and if he wanted it to stay that way he couldn't be thinking about her like that! Unless...
The moment Jon's thoughts turned to the Stone, he slapped himself. No. Bad. It wouldn't just be reckless, it would be wrong! He wasn't going to do anything to her, nope, no he wasn't. He hid the box away as if it would make his own temptations somehow more distant, and tried to think of something else.
Karyn's hair. They could just dye Karyn's hair. Easy. In fact, they didn't even have to dye it to the original red; they could dye it black or brunette with whatever highlights in whatever color, or even dye it weird colors like Zoe's weird friends did. Or leave the color as is, and... and they could style it...
Jon pulled his dick out. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't help himself now. Thoughts of Karyn's perfect hair tied up with adorable red ribbons, braided here and there in adorable little pigtails and lying just so over her bare back, it was doing things to him that he didn't have the will to resist. Might as well get it over with, then. Images flashed through his head of Karyn's hair done up in various styles, from elegant loopy princess braids to carefree twintails to splayed out freely across a bed during sex, and he pumped and pumped and let himself go thinking of his best friend like that (just for a moment he told himself), and his throbbing manhood got closer and closer to the edge he imagined running his seed through her hair like a gel to claim it, and her, as his and his alone. He had always wanted her, but never like this.
He came, and that was followed by incredible shame. Karyn could never know. He'd clean himself up and then nobody would know.
So of course his phone rang just then. Karyn was calling.
