Gary froze mid-sashay, one foot still pointed like a ballerina finishing a recital. His hips were cocked.
"What the hell did you do to me?" Gary's hands went to his hips, which would call to mind the pose of a supermodel, except Gary was a rather average but still attractive woman in baggy male clothing.
“Now you won’t trip.”
“Surefooted, okay, that’s fine, but sensual?” Gary cried. It all felt so alien, the subtle weight on his chest, the way his baggy shirt didn’t touch the slight taper at his waist, the thickness of his thighs, and the absence between. He took a few steps past the hallway mirror, hips rocking to precise steps, his shoulders shifting subtly, his chest naturally puffed. There was also that. “That’s weird.”
“So you like it?”
“No!” Gary said. “Though I guess it’s fine. But no more changes!”
“Of course it’s fine because you made my body type busty when you gave me these D cups,” Jon said, hefting his tits through his baggy t-shirt. For a moment, Gary couldn’t take his eyes off the vague but large shapes shifting on Jon’s chest. He blinked it away.
“Besides,” Jon continued. “You also gave me this.” He grabbed his long blonde hair. “Two separate changes: the hair length and the color.”
“Wait, wait. That’s not fair!”
“It is because you also gave me these,” Jon said, grabbing his D cup tits. Gary had to keep his eyes away. “You made me a girl and made my name Catherine.”
“That’s because I wanted to give you an authentic experience,” Gary argued.
“The average girl doesn’t have D cups and is this thin, Gary. It ain’t really authentic then,” Jon said.
“Ok, so. You’ll get the maximum experience.”
“And so you’ll get the maximum experience too, Gary. That was the spirit of our agreement. You changed me in five ways that I still have. Yes, you changed my eyes back, I remember, and I'm not counting it.”
“What’s your point?” Gary said with a hint of fear. He still looked down on Jon, but would that soon change?
“The point is you owe me three more changes.”
“Hey, you changed three things about me. You made me a girl.” Gary raised one finger. “You made me surefooted.” He raised a second. “And you made sensual,” Gary said with a mild amount of disdain, but even that couldn’t hide the undercurrent of excitement. He raised a third finger.
“Yes, well, I don’t think surefooted should count. I meant for it to only be sensual.”
“That’s still two separate changes. I… hate to admit it, but fine, you are owed changes, but not three, two.”
“Come on, man,” Jon said. “You gave me D cups and gave me this long blonde hair. I’ve gone easy on you.”
“Fuck you!” Gary cursed.
“Whoa, whoa,” Jon said, raising his hands, which caused his D cups to jiggle. Gary had to pointedly not look.
“Fine if it’s a big deal. I get to change three more things about you, and you get to change one about me.”
Gary huffed. “No, no. It’s fine. Do your three changes.” He handed his ID card over.
“No, it was so important to you, Gary. One more change, but nothing crazy.”
They exchanged I.D. cards.
“Alrighty,” Jon started. “Firstly, you—”
