Jon led Karyn through the school to the side auditorium door, his arm wrapped around her waist, and his hand gripping her hip almost possessively, his thumb making small circles against her. Karyn felt herself leaning into Jon, a little heat inside her starting to rise from being held like this. Her breath was tense. She could feel each step he took reverberating through her. "Jon... what exactly did you copy from Mrs. Kline?"
Jon smiled down at her, his eyes wolfish, his smile devilish. "I said 'a little something' before, but it was quite a lot crammed into one sentence."
Karyn looked at him. "Was it confidence? Because that's the only word I can think of to describe you right now."
Jon cocked an eyebrow. "Confident is the only way you can describe me? Oh, Karyn, there's much more than that."
"Dramatic, too," she murmured.
They arrived at the door, and Jon reached into his purse for his wallet. He slid his driver's license out and then carefully inserted it between the doors before pulling backwards. The lock disengaged and the door opened.
Karyn stared. "You're kidding me that it's that easy."
"The best security that an old school can buy," Jon smiled. He quickly put away his ID and wallet, and ushered her inside, shutting the door quietly behind them. Karyn saw them walking onto the stage for just a second before the door shut and they were coated in total darkness beyond the sliver of light coming from the crack along the outline of the door.
She felt Jon take her hand and pull her towards where the back of the stage likely was. "This way." Jon seemed sure-footed in every step he took despite the lack of light, while Karyn struggled, unsure if there was anything she could trip on.
"Jon, how do you know where we're going?" she asked.
"Because Mrs. Kline knows how to do this when she's feeling the same way I am," he responded in the dark. The next thing Karyn knew, Jon had opened a door and flicked on a light into a small room. Clothes of all varieities were hung on curtain rods on every wall - princess dresses, trenchcoats, various shirts and pants, period pieces, what looked like a Tin Man costume from a long-ago production of The Wizard of Oz. Boxes of props sat on the shelves up above - hats, wigs, pieces of armor, and more. "Here we go." Jon pulled Karyn in behind him and closed the door.
"... and how are you feeling?" Karyn glanced at Jon.
He stepped in close, put hands on both her hips, and brought her right up against him. Karyn could feel the enormous, rock-hard bulge just under his cheerleader skirt pressing against her. "You know exactly how I'm feeling," he whispered. And then his lips were upon hers, his kiss deep and hungry. Karyn felt a hand slide down and cup her ass, while the other hand slid up to pull her head in tight.
And she found herself responding in kind. Was it years of friendship culminating in this moment? Was it whatever sexual energy Jon seemed to have copied from Mrs. Kline? Was it just how her body was responding to seeing Jon move and act more confidently than she'd ever seen him before? Maybe it was some combination of all those things. She gripped Jon's back and pulled him in just as tightly as he was gripping her. She felt his tongue lash into her mouth and she made noises she'd never heard herself make before. His grip tightened on her ass and she felt herself leap up and wrap her legs around him, his increased strength easily able to hold her up.
She felt his new long hair hanging down his back and without thinking grabbed a handful to hold tight. Jon was able to hold onto her but stumbled back for a second and knocked into the clothes behind him. Several dresses and hangers fell to the floor, and a large box fell off the shelf, bouncing off Jon's head. Karyn came up for air and tucked her mouth into his neck, trying to keep it in and then just laughing uncontrollably.
"Oops," she heard the grin in Jon's voice. She looked up and saw his smile still wasn't his own - there was some doofiness shining through, but it was still that bold and daring half-smile she'd seen when he first came back from English class.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to focus. "Jon... look, I'm sure that's only the first step of what normally happens in this room-"
"And you liked it." It wasn't a question from Jon.
"Yes, yes, I did," Karyn kept her eyes shut tight. "But Jon... if anything is to happen, I want it to be with you, as you."
Jon stepped in tight again. She felt her hand brush against his exposed leg, and felt his hand sliding up the inside of her sweater. "Right now, Karyn, this is me. And I know you like it." His hand was sliding up, fingers tracing against her bare skin. "I saw how you looked at me down at hall. I can feel how your body is responding." Jon's fingers ran across the outside of her bra, straining to hold in her larger breasts. She felt her knees slightly buckle. "Is this version of me so bad?" he whispered in her ear.
Karyn felt the tension throughout her entire body, and forced herself to open her eyes, looking back at him. "No, it's not. It's incredibly hot. There's a lot to like about this current version of you. And it is taking everything I can not to give into it." She pressed her hands against his chest. "But Jon, it's only a good version of you if you actively choose this version as well. You need to be able to choose who you are, not have it forced upon you."
And the air in the room came to a stop, as both Karyn and Jon realized how she had just worded her last sentence.
"Here," she felt herself saying uncontrollably. "Copy off me." And she gripped his face with both hands and kissed him, feeling some sense of awareness awaken in her, double itself, and pass over into Jon.
They broke apart after a few seconds, her breath slowing as she kept her eyes trained on him and how he would react. He was looking away from her, lost in thought, and slowly brought his gaze back to her. A small smile slowly grew on his face. It was that new half-smile, but now it was patient, mature, calm.
"Okay. Yes, you're right." He paused. "There's a lot of different urges going on inside my head right now, huh? I think you're in there a couple times."
She smiled weakly. "The good parts of me?"
Jon leaned his head forward and touched his forehead to her. "Every part of you is good." His eyes still had heat but it was tempered with... well, Karyn saw her long-time friend in there now. "That was a very, very good thing to copy over, Karyn." He kissed her briefly, and it was tender and sweet.
"I wasn't thinking how to word it like that. It just came out," she confessed as she hugged him.
"Then it was even better, because it was you, Karyn, incredible as ever, just naturally coming to the perfect thing to say," Jon hugged her back.
There was brief silence, and they looked at the mess on the floor around them. The box had tumbled over and several wigs were now scattered among the fallen dresses.
Karyn's hand tightened on Jon's back. "I think I know how we can fix your wish now," she offered.
Jon stared at the floor for a little while longer, then slowly came up to meet her gaze. Karyn watched as a giant smile slowly spread across his face. "And I think I know how we can fix yours," he grinned.
