Not knowing what to do, Jon paced back and forth in Sarah's room trying to formulate a plan that was somewhat do-able. Since Sarah disappeared to God-knows-where with the (possibly malfunctioning) stone she didn't have that many ideas on getting it back. Not to mention the fact that Sarah could simply grow tired of playing cat and mouse and wish Jon into a rubberband, so coming up with a solid plan against someone holding infinite power was going to be tricky. But no matter what, she needed to do something quick before Sarah's parents got home or some other unforeseeable event occurred that she could get trapped in.
On top of that every step that Jon took was a reminder of her more immediate problem as her constant pacing resulted in the rhythmic bouncing of her unsupported mammaries.
"Shit, no wonder Karyn was complaining so much about these. I can barely think with these things jiggling around so much." Jon strolled over to a full length mirror and got a good look at herself. The girl that stared back at her looked an awfully lot like Sarah, in fact if she was viewed from the backside or at an angle she could easily be mistaken for her. The only real difference from Sarah was that her face still resembled Jon's except it was now much softer and feminine looking, essentially looking like someone dipped his face in estrogen and then put it back onto Sarah's body.
As for her clothes, she was still wearing the same things that she had on before the change except now it was ill-fitting and uncomfortable, not to mention unflattering on her body. With that in mind Jon looked around the room and saw two dressers and a walk-in closet loaded down with nice looking clothes. She mostly had the exact same type of body as Sarah's so she must have roughly the same measurements.
"I might as well be comfortable if I'm going to be like this for a while. Besides, I can't walk around braless and in guys clothing like some weirdo."
Jon hurriedly walked over to the dressers and searched the drawers for underwear, knowing that Sarah could come back or her parents could come home from work any minute. She hit paydirt when she opened the second drawer to reveal some expensive looking bras and panties. She threw one of each onto the bed and then stripped off her male clothes. Her shirt came off first, letting her plump breasts see the light of day for the first time. Jon looked down at the fleshy globes on her chest and marveled at how they complemented the curves of her body. She took the bra, placed both her breasts into a cup and fastened the hooks in the back with a minimal amount of difficulty. The bra fit well since it was specifically fitted to Sarah, but Jon looked at her supported lady lumps in dissatisfaction. She took off the bra and retrieved another from the drawer, one that she somehow recognized as a push-up bra, and put it on. It wasn't as comfortable as the other one but now her breasts looked bigger, jutted out from her body more, and formed a very nice line of cleavage. Jon felt a certain sense of pride in having such a great pair of breasts, ones that girls would usually pay to get and guys would do anything to squeeze. "If you got it, flaunt it," thought Jon feeling empowered by her attractiveness. Next she slid on the form fitting panties and was surprised at how comfortable the tight undergarment was.
Already feeling a little better she then stepped into the walk in closet and looked around at possible outfits. She knew that everything in the closet would look wonderful on her body, picking just one set of clothes to wear felt like such a let down. After picking out a few tops and skirts she finally narrowed down her selection. Her choice consisted of a revealing pink top that showed off her chest and tummy and a denim miniskirt that covered up her panties and little else. A quick check in the mirror revealed a sexy young girl that attracted plenty of attention to herself but in a good way.
Seeing that she was about to go out in public she headed over towards Sarah's make-up strewn dresser and started to expertly paint her face with blush, lipstick, and other feminine beauty products. Jon took her time adorning her body with just the right earrings, necklace, and the perfect smelling fragrance. Finally done getting ready in a hurry(a process that took 45 minutes)Jon looked in the mirror and let out a girlish squeal of excitement. The girl that looked back at her would never have been suspected of ever having a boyish thought in her head, let alone formerly being one.
"Ohmygod, I look delicious," said Jon, trying out sexy poses. "I'm going to make every girl I come across into a jealous bitch." She daydreamed about herself walking through the mall past a cute guy and his girlfriend; having seen her, the guy pushes aside his now ex-girlfriend, grabs Jon by the waist with his strong arms and pulls her close for a passionate kiss.
"Whoooaaa," said Jon, canceling the fantasy in her head the moment she imagined herself grinding up against a guy. "What the fuck am I thinking?"
Jon's moment of clarity finally kicked in. She had figured that her feminine movements and thoughts were simply the result of the estrogen flowing through her head. But where did the experience and know how to apply make-up come from and why did she feel so smug and superior to everyone else.
"Dammit, it's Sarah's wish. It didn't just make me into a girl like her it made me think like her too. I'm a spoiled bitch." Wanting to see how far her mind had been altered she picked up a nearby copy of Entertainment Weekly and thumbed through it. She stopped on a page displaying Megan Fox sporting a string bikini but strangely felt no attraction to her whatsover besides really wanting to have her hips. She continued scanning through the magazine, skipping past the latest reports on the newest superhero movies judging them to be uninteresting, but stopped suddenly when a picture of a hunky actor going shirtless at the beach popped up.
Jon discarded the magazine in disgust. "Shit, this can't get any worse."
Suddenly she heard the front door close and the sound of footsteps walk across the linoleum floor of the kitchen towards the stairs leading up to Sarah's bedroom.
"Shit," cursed Jon. She looked quite a bit like Sarah but she would never pass for her. She would have alot of explaining to do to whoever was walking up those steps.
Franticly she hid her male clothes under the bed and was about to hide in the walk-in closet when she caught sight of something sitting on the night stand that gave her an idea. It was a bottle labeled "Mud Bath Facial Mask," an Asian beauty mask that rejuvenated skin and brought out a natural glow.
"Sarah! Sarah, are you in your room," echoed a voice from the entrance of the hallway.
Jon grabbed the bottle and ran over to the nearest mirror. She squeezed a large sample of the brown goop into her hand and applied large gobs of it onto her face. She coated her face with thick amounts of the goop to obscure her facial features, she figured that since her face was the only thing keeping her from looking totally like Sarah she could just hide it behind a mask of this skin cream.
She could already feel the stuff on her face congealing and making a mask when the door to the room opened.
"Sarah?"
