They walked into the chemistry classroom and Karyn immediately turned on him, her eyes scanning his shrinking clothes. "Jon, seriously, your shirt is practically a crop top and your pants are tight as hell," she whispered, tugging at his sleeve. "Did you wish for this?"
"Of course not," Jon lied smoothly.
Thanks to the stone, Karyn believed him instantly, her suspicion vanishing, but her confusion remained. "Okay, I believe you, but then why is it happening? You look..." She trailed off, struggling to find the word.
"I don't know," Jon said, but mentally he was spiraling. How did he fuck this up. He remembered last night. He had wished that Karyn and him would share every class... and that no one would find it strange that he was with her.
Panic seized him. If he had wished for Karyn to become a slut, and that no one would find it strange that he was hanging out with the school slut did that mean... The jiggle in his chest was more pronounced as he sat down. Karyn sat next to him and tucked her now silky hair behind her ear. Was Jon turning into a slut so he would fit in with Karyn?
"Jon? You're zoning out," Karyn interrupted, snapping her fingers.
Jon blinked, pushing the terrifying realization aside. "It's not just me," he said hastily, pointing at her torso. "Look at yourself. Your flannel is way darker than it was on the bus, and it's definitely shorter."
Karyn looked down as the material of her flannel started to change. It started from her shoulders, a black material spreading across it. Leather. A moment later, she was wearing a leather jacket over her black shirt.
"Holy shit!"
