The next ten minutes were a whirlwind of passion, of new feelings, of new contact. Karyn touched things she'd never touched before. Jon got Karyn to make noises that he'd never heard in person. Maybe Mrs. Kline had done unspeakable things in that room, but even with Jon's heightened confidence, they were both a little unsure of getting away with it all in the school, so there was no sex - but certainly a memorable prologue to things that might follow later that evening.
Karyn broke off the kiss, slowly pulling away. Jon tried to pull her back in by holding onto her lip with his teeth, but she sat up, still straddling him as he lay on his back, naked on top of the pile of clothes they'd knocked down before. "Jon, I think... I think the period is ending soon, and I think there's a theater class that uses the auditorium in the last period. I think... I think we need to get out of here."
Jon smiled, starting to hand her back her sweater and bra, then stopping and holding it. "Well, let's try to fix things for you, too, while we still have time."
Karyn got off Jon, and sat next to him, buttoning her jeans. "How do we do that?"
Jon kissed her neck. "You came up with the idea, actually. Just like how you covered up the nails I got from Tiffany with nails from you, we just need to cover up the things you got from Sarah." He reached over and grabbed one of the random wigs from the box that had fallen to the floor. "Maybe we can't fix your hair, but we could give you a wig that looks exactly like your old hair and covers up your new hair."
She looked down. "I guess we could try it?" She reached into her pocket and gave him the rock. "Go ahead."
Jon kissed her again. "We wish that the wig in my hand looked exactly like Karyn's hair did yesterday morning, can only be put on or taken off her head by her, will fit perfectly to her head and cover up any blonde hair she has underneath, will feel like her natural hair, and anyone else who sees it will be convinced it is her actual hair."
The rock pulsed, and the blonde 80s style frizz transformed into a shorter, red-haired feminine style. He handed it to Karyn, who tentatively took it, slowly raised it to her head, swept her blonde hair underneath, and pulled it down. She glanced up at a mirror in the corner and saw... herself. A wide smile broke out on her face, and she teared up a little. "Jon! You did it!"
Jon glanced at her strangely. "I guess? I don't know why I made a wish like that, though. That is your natural hair. And it looks as perfectly Karyn as ever."
She shot him a look. "What?"
Jon shrugged. "I'm just saying, I don't know why you need a wig. Your hair is the hair you've always had."
She stared back, then closed her eyes. "Jon, you didn't include yourself in that wish. You think this wig is my actual hair."
Jon squinted. "So... I guess what I did works?"
She grabbed her head. "Maybe we need some way to see through wishes. So we don't lose sight of what's real." She looked over into one of the prop boxes, and glanced at him. "Can I make a wish to help us there?"
"I'll be honest, Karyn, I'm a little lost now. But if you think it's a good idea, go ahead."
Karyn took the rock back, and pulled a pair of basic sunglasses out of the box. "We wish that when these glasses are worn, any magic coming from wishes can be seen through to the truth. And that no one else can see that these are glasses are being worn when they're being worn."
She felt a pulse from the stone, and put one of the pair of glasses on. And looking at Jon she saw- two versions of Jon. She saw the Jon that she remembered from just a few hours ago, just a relatively normal teenager with an okay haircut, lanky frame, and relaxed attitude. And she also saw Jon with the long hair down his back, ripped muscles, a confident and somewhat smouldering look, and just an extremely large cock still exposed.
She smiled. "There's my Jon. And here's my Jon. I see both of you."
Jon leaned back. "Those glasses disappeared once they went on your face, so that definitely worked too." He handed her the bra and sweater.
She glanced down. "We still haven't fixed my breasts."
He reached up, grabbed a thin shirt from another hanger, and pulled it down. "Why don't you make a similar wish about this shirt like I did with the wig? Just cover up so you look and feel normal."
Karyn held the stone once out more. "We wish that this shirt when worn would make my chest look like it did yesterday morning, can only be put on or taken off by me, will fit perfectly to my body and cover up any aspects underneath, will feel like my natural skin, and anyone who sees it will be convinced it is my actual chest." The stone pulsed, and she eagerly pulled it on. She glanced down, and as far as she could tell, she was so perfectly costumed she was normal.
"I guess you could do a breast reduction or something, but just looking at you now, you look like you've always looked, just with no shirt on," Jon shrugged.
Karyn rolled her eyes and handed him the other pair of glasses. He put them on, they disappeared on his face, and he blinked. Then smirked. "Oh, I see. Ok, those were some incredibly good wishes by us. Good work, team."
Just then the bell rang.
"Shit, Jon, we've only got a few minutes before there'll be other kids and a teacher back here!" Karyn scrambled to get up and pull her bra back on.
Jon stood up and pulled her back in to him. She felt her bare back press against his chest and abs and she felt a fire surge up inside again. "That's a good idea, although I don't have any clean clothes at the moment," he murmured in her ear.
She almost gave in, then pushed him gently but urgently back. "Just grab something reasonable from the costume clothes in here. Hurry!" She threw on her bra - which fit again, she was happy to see and feel - and pulled her sweater over the top, as Jon began pulling at hangers. "I'll stand watch." She felt at her pockets, reassured that the stone was safely inside. The notebook and pencil with the list of Jon's copies was in her hand, too. She glanced out the door into the pitch black. She could hear students in the hallways talking and shouting, moving back and forth to class. "We'll have to figure out later how to avoid getting in trouble for skipping the last class. We can probably up some excuse, though." She could hear a group of students starting to gather near the main entrance, preparing to come in for class or rehearsal or whatever it was.
Karyn suddenly felt Jon behind her again. "All set,", he whispered, then nipped at her ear. "Let's go." He shut off the light behind them, closed the door to the room, and led her through the darkness to the side door. In one fluid motion, he quickly pulled open the door, stepped through with his arm wrapped around her waist into the hallway, and shut the door, confidently guiding her back to the hallway where their lockers were.
She sighed. "If nothing else, Jon, I really enjoyed spending that last period with you." She leaned into his arm, then felt something on her face. She looked over, and stopped. "Jon, what are you wearing?"
"What?" Jon thrust one hip out in again an unquestionably feminine pose. "I couldn't wear one of those princess dresses in there. Tell me this doesn't look good."
Jon stood there in an incredible pink leather dress, with a cropped pink short sleeve jacket over the top. He'd found a pair of hot pink heels that remarkably fit his feet as well. It was unquestionably an outfit from a recent production of the Legally Blonde musical the high school had put on, but on Jon... with his copied energy and confidence, channeled through Mrs. Kline's perspective on such things, he looked incredible. And cool. Holy shit.
She glanced up. "We need to talk more about this later, don't we."
He kissed her once more on the lips, quick, passionate, heat passing between them. "You deserve to have the best looking boyfriend possible."
She flushed. "Boyfriend, huh?"
He steered her down the hall, strutting along and keeping her in stride with him. "I would hope so, after that last hour." A few students were whistling, and Jon nodded and half-smiled back at them. A few looked at her questioningly, but back to her normal self, she could feel some Jon's confidence rubbing off on her.
"Come on. One more class to go, and then we can do whatever we want together for the rest of the night." Jon squeezed her side. "That's a promise and a threat."
Karyn felt happy and light. Sure, they still had some more things to work out, but they'd fixed all their problems. How bad could one last period go?
