"Hey! Give that back!" Karyn demanded. Allan held it out of her reach.
"What, it's just a rock!" Tossing it between his hands, Allan glanced at Jon's thin hands peeking out from under his sweatshirt. "You lose some weight or something? You look awful." He smiled.
"Give the rock back, Allan, "Jon said through gritted teeth. He absentmindedly brushed some hair behind his ears in a manner he'd seen Karyn repeat hundreds of times. "It was a gift from my dead grandfather, part of his rock collection." He looked down. "Let's just say I've been going through some changes. I'll be fine."
Allan stopped tossing the rock back and forth. "Changes? Well, whatever they are, I just wish they'd keep on going. No girl'll want to hang around with Skeletor here, eh?" He laughed at his joke. "Here, take your dumb rock, I've wasted too much time talking to you two losers anyhow." He leered at Karyn's chest, tossed her the rock and left as quickly as he'd come.
Once he was gone, Jon almost burst out crying. With his last wish, he realized that now the changes wouldn't stop until he was every inch a copy of Karyn, in mind, body, and soul.
Karyn saw the expression on his face and gave him a hug, grimacing from the unaccustomed extra flesh she had between the two of them. "Let's head back to your place. We've got a bit of time, let's fix these changes in private."
