Jon looked at Karyn. She was just lying there, sprawled out like a puppet with it's strings cut. He walked over and touched Karyn's face. It was soft and yielding, but cool and artificial. His hands wandered down Karyn's transformed body, checking key parts of her anatomy. Smiling at what he found, Jon looked into Karyn's plastic eyes.
"Well now, seems you're a grown-up toy." Reaching behind her, Jon grasped his own wrist and heaved the transformed Karyn onto his shoulder. She not as heavy as I thought she'ld be, he thought to himself as he headed towards his bedroom. He reached it, fumbling with the knob for a moment, then stepped in and set Karyn down on his bed. Stepping back to lock the door, he stopped and looked out of it.
"I wish Mom was staying with and being taken care of by Karyn's family for the duration of her transformation, that Karyn's family thought Mom was a niece of their's, that Mom had enough clothes, luggage, and supplies for her stay, that Mom would stay in character for the duration of her transformation, and lastly Mom would be known as Sarah Ann for the duration of her stay at Karyn's." Jon smiled at himself. That should cover everything. Smiling more, he turned back towards Karyn.
"Ah, alone at last." He looked her form over again. "You know that outfit just isn't you. I wish you were wearing apparel more apporporate to you new form, as well as proper make up, jewelry, and hair and nail styling." Jon watched as Karyn's shirt and jeans disolved into nothingness while her bra and panties shifted. Her panties had formed themselves into a black satin thong with red trim, barely large enough to do it's job. The bra took on a matching color and detail, then extended itself into a sheer silk baby doll outfit. Jon looked down as Karyn's socks became a pair of black silk seamed stocking with attached garter while her sneakers shifted to red, five inch, open toed, heels with straps around the ankles. Jon noticed that Karyn's painted toes through the open shoes, as well as an anlklet on the right leg. His eyes found a matching bracelet on the left wrist, just above a set of long red fingernails. His eyes continued to sweep back upwards, finding a matching color on Karyn's full and pouty lips. A reflection pulled his gaze to a post earring, peeking out from behind a now wavy hair. He leaned towards her, following her hair up past the blushed cheeks to a pair of painted on eyebrows. Below these, her eyes had been lined with some sort of iridescent power that reflected green, blue or purple depending on how the light struck it. Finally Jon's gaze sank below the long, full lashes and locked with Karyn's cold, acrylic stare.
He reared back.
Karyn lay there, an inanimate object staring back with a lifeless gaze, but Jon suddenly felt cowed by her. The tightness that had been building in his pants had fled. He shook his head. What is wrong with me? She's just a sex doll, a joy toy. He looked over her form again Her body was perfect, her face elegent, not whorish. She even smelled nice. Yet when he locked eyes again all his libedo when away. In anger and fustration, Jon turned and bolted out the door, leaving Karyn to watch and wonder behind frozen eyes.
Jon sat on the couch, arguing with himself.
"What's wrong with me! She was right there, waiting for me."
Because she didn't have a choice!
"She's a doll, a toy! They don't have a choice."
Only because you made her one!
"She had that coming!"
The transformation maybe, but not what you were going to do to her.
"But that's just what sex toys are for."
But that's not just a sex toy, that's Karyn, your friend.
Jon hung his head and sighed, then realized he still had the rock in his hand. With this he could wish up anything. He could wish up the balls to go and do what he had been planning. He could wish Karyn into a willing, even eager partner. He could wish every sexual fantasy that had ever crossed his depraved mind into existance.
