"Jon."
Jon almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice next to him.
"Karyn!" It couldn't be her, yet it was. The rock had brought Karyn down from Jon's bedroom and set her on the couch next to him. It didn't explain where the voice had come from though.
"Jon what's going on!" Jon stared. The voice was defently Karyn's, despite it's electronic modulations, and it seemed to be coming from the sex doll across the couch from him, but the toy lay there as immobile as ever. Unaware of the shock she was causing Jon, Karyn continued.
"One second I'm lying crumpled at the top of the stairs realizing what you've done to me, then I'm carted into your bedroom and dressed up, then just when I think you're going to use me, you run out the door, and then I find myself down here!"
Jon stared at his feet for several seconds.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Jon looked at Karyn, but her face was still set its "come hither" look.
"For this," he said, jestering towards her with both hands.
"Turning me into a sex toy?"
"No, after that."
"The outfit?"
"No!"
"For leaving?"
"NO!"
"Then for what? I don't understand"
Jon stood and turned towards her. "I almost raped you!"
Karyn replied in cool, electronic tones, "You didn't."
"But I could've! Do you realize how close I came?" Jon started pacing as he continuted his rant. "There was literally nothing that you, that anyone, could have done to stop me."
"But something did stop you Jon. You stopped you."
"Karyn," Jon started again but Karyn interupted him.
"Jon, either walk back into my field of view or let me move 'cause I can't turn my head to follow you."
"Sorry. Karyn, I wish you could move." Jon watched Karyn as she stood up from the couch. Where, as a mere doll, she had been sensual, as a moving being she was erotic. Jon had granted her mobility, but she was still a sex toy and radiated that fact with every move. Every move came sharp, percise, and smooth, not so much unnatural as unearthly. Despite the inapproporateness of it, Jon found the bulge in his pants growing again. She walked over to him.
"Karyn, don't you realize what I could have done to you?"
"Yes I do Jon, probably better than you do. You could have done anything you wanted to do, whether that be having sex with me, or making me a marble sculpture, or your pet cat, or three notes of music, or nothing more than a forgotten memory. You have the stone." Jon started to speak, but Karyn cut him off with a finger to his lips.
"You can do all that and I'm not afraid. You're my friend, I know you and I trust you. You are an intrinsicly good person. You wouldn't do all those things to me because you know it would be wrong. That's why I trust you."
"But the stairs, this," he said, gesturing towards her body. She looked down at herself then back at him, before lowering her eyes in shame.
"I earned this."
"But, but,"
"No buts, I did. When you were turned into a girl, I took enjoyment from your pain. Yes, you were cute, but it was still the wrong thing for me to do. This is apt punishment." Jon could only answer with silence. After almost a minute, Karyn decided to break it.
"Jon, when you took me into your room, what were you thinking?"
"Huh? Oh, well, you were helpless, and I had absolute power over you. The idea was arrousing."
"You already have absolute power with the stone."
"Not really, you can't undo wishes, remember. If I made a mistake, that could be the end of you."
"Oh," she said quitely, then slowly walked around behind him.
"Jon?" she asked in more sultry tones. "Who says the idea of you having absolute power over me is arrousing only to you?" Jon turned towards Karyn and retreated back towards the couch in shock. She followed, kneeling when the furniture stopped Jon's flight, raising her arms infront of her, wrists together, bowing her head, averting her eyes.
"Karyn! Do you know what you're saying!"
"Yes," she said raising her head, "and I know why too. I'm a sex toy. A living, thinking sex toy maybe, but still a sex toy. Like any toy, I want someone to play with me, it's my function, my reason for existing. And since I'm a sex toy, well, that just makes the play more interesting."
"And you want to do it with me?"
"Of course I want to play with you, toys have owners. I'm your toy, you're my owner." Karyn bowed her head again, waiting. She stayed in that pose, perfectly still, her head only popping up again when Jon tried to move away from her.
"Jon, I trust you. You have to learn to trust you too."
Jon gulped and moved towards his toy. Kneeling down next to her, he looked at her, trying to figure out where to place his hands.
"Okay, what do I do first?"
"First, you need to make a wish."
"Why?"
"Because, I'm a doll."
"So?"
Karyn broke pose to look at Jon over her shoulder. "Jon, in the whole history of toy marketing, have you ever heard of a doll that didn't come with accessories?" As his toy resumed her pose, Jon instantly knew his two favorite features on her; her angel face, and her devil smile.
Two days later, Jon was laying in bed wishing (not aloud) that he didn't have to go to school, both because he felt too tired and because he felt too goooood. Jon's mom was downstairs sipping tea, planning on how to get revenge on Jon for what was clearly the second most embarssing situation in her entire life. Karen's parents were arguing as to exactly who's neice Sarah Ann was because they wanted to invite the adorable little darling back as soon as they could. Karen was Karen again, or rather Karen was flesh and blood again, tearing around her recently upsurted room throwing stuffed toys and petticoted dresses around trying to find the phone, the whole time screaming, "Damn it Jon, the makeup and product lable won't wash off!"
