Several different feelings roiled against one another in Gina's belly. Embarrassment, shock, confusion, and all of that still layered in with an arousal that Gina wasn't mentally prepared to deal with yet.
"You're just not old enough"
Karyn's words echoed in Gina's head, and they held a certain power. Took precedence over all of the other feelings she was having. Gina wasn't old enough for Karyn? Well, who was?
Gina didn't have an answer, but the question found the ley line that was established between Jon and Gina by Mikey's wish, and it bounced down the channel in search of the answer: Jon Gibson was old enough for Karyn. And if Gina could just be more like Jon, the magic reasoned...
The gurgling of Gina's emotions shifted into something more physical. Less akin to bad gas, and more akin to muscle cramps. They spread out across her body, down her legs, up her arms, into her head. Her head began to pound, like something between her temples was pulsing out rhythmically.
Gina rolled off the sofa and stood up on her feet awkwardly, one hand reaching out for the coffee table to steady herself. Was it a bit lower than she remembered? She stumbled forward to the table where her math homework still lay out, completed but not yet put away, but was completely oblivious to the numbers shifting on the page. Changing from basic arithmetic into trigonometry. The handwriting becoming just a little bit smoother, a little bit clearer.
Gina stumbled up the stairs, one hand on the wall and the other on her gut, as her torso stretched, her legs lengthened and her arms began to reach just a little bit farther. Her clothes grew with her, tailoring themselves to curves that developed as she climbed. Her jeans molded to her growing thighs and hips, her top developed darting stitched in below her bust to emphasize her figure, her training bra lost its adjective.
When she got to her bedroom door, for a moment she thought she saw a child's bedroom. My Little Pony posters on the walls, a Moana blanket on her bed, a big plastic tote in the corner full of barbie dolls and stuffed animals. But then she blinked, and it was gone. Of course it was, that must have just been a memory, of what this room used to look like when she was younger. Now she had posters of her favorite singers, and her blanket was a solid pastel purple, and where she once had a tote full of toys, there now sat a vanity full of makeup.
Gina sighed as her headache abated and her muscle cramps eased back to something manageable. Of course she'd have a bedroom that was typical of any 18 year-old girl. That's who she was. Gina sat down on her bed and took a bottle of Midol from her nightstand drawer, swallowing two pills before collapsing backwards into her blanket. Maybe she was just nostalgic for a time when she didn't have to worry about periods. Maybe that's why her mind had tricked her into seeing the bedroom of an 11 year-old.
Gina was suddenly not looking forward to the next few days.
