An indeterminate time later, Jon followed the others out of the salon. The beautician had let them commandeer the back of the establishment as their private changing room. Everything that happened there seemed like a blur.
Reaching down he adjusted his pleated skirt. Why did it have to be so short? He had to admit, it did a nice job of showing off his legs, now encased in the same long black socks that everyone else sported. Above all that, his camisole top gave him a good view of his growing chest, which was steadily approaching Sarah's cup size behind a new silk bra. Meanwhile, he could feel his unfamiliar panties compressing what was left of his privates against his crotch and letting him know that he had very little time left as himself.
Passing by a store window, he eyed his reflection. Aside from a small difference in height, his appearance now matched the others in almost every way. It was only temporary, he told himself, until he could convince Sarah to reverse it all.
He saw the others getting ahead of him and quickened his pace. Once or twice, he nearly fell as he balanced precariously on his four inch heeled booties. Noticing his trouble, Karyn doubled back to help him. To his surprise, she acted a lot nicer to him now that he fit her tastes in fashion. Rob and Leonard continued on, now looking like a couple of twin sisters.
Realizing that it was almost time for lunch, they stopped by the food court. Over four identical orders of food (they ordered for Jon), the friends chattered away while Jon looked on. Despite the situation, he enjoyed the feeling of being included for once, and he allowed his mood to improve. It helped that the strange twisting in his gut had subsided to a degree, becoming much more tolerable.
"Well, girls," said Karyn, standing up from their table. "I guess we'd better get going back to school. Now that the emergency's taken care of, we need to make it for our next class."
The others agreed, and they all trooped back to Karyn's car.
