Given what Jon was seeing, it made sense why he wasn't feeling as constricted as earlier. For better or for worse, a penis still adorned his groin, and given his current state of arousal it stood at full mast. Even so, the tip only extended 4 or 5 centimeters beyond the rest of his body, where it currently presented a bead of clear, viscous liquid. Underneath, his balls were nowhere to be seen, the space below his dick flattened into an extension of his perineum. Above, the bushy patch of pubic hair he had expected was completely absent, giving the whole area a distinctly feminine appearance were it not for the remnants of his manhood. The effect should have been dizzying, and Jon waited for an accompanying pang of anxiety over his literal emasculation, but no such feeling came. The stone must be working overtime to affect his mind. Here he stood brandishing what was perhaps the smallest, most pathetic penis he had ever seen, completely missing his testicles, and he couldn't muster more than a few grams of concern.
I guess... I mean it's not like I would be using the length looking like this, right?
The dissonance between the fear in that thought, and the desire behind it befuddled Jon, but as he rejoined the real world again he noticed another change enveloping his tiny package. His underwear had changed just like the rest of his clothes, keeping their maroon color but taking on a different shape, falling higher on his hip and ending slightly higher on his thighs. The material had shifted as well, becoming thinner and more flexible, perhaps the result of more elastane in the fabric. A few wet patches dotted the garment, likely from the fluid his genitals seemed to create in response from his arousal. Hot, yes, Jon thought, but not very manly.
After assessing for a few more minutes, Jon let his grip on the not quite panties go and observed that he really had to look for the organ underneath, that would, he noted, if soft, be flattened completely, basically indistinguishable from what it would look like if Karyn wore the same getup. The shorts in his locker weren’t going to cause a problem. Jon sighed, let go of the yoga pants as well and turned his attention back to the locker, but not before catching a glance at himself in the mirror that encouraged him to take another look.
