"Alright, Karyn, you win. What did you have in mind?" Silently cursing himself for what he was forcing himself to say, he was at least rewarded with a smile.
Karyn's whole face lit up brightly, as she saw that Jon had caved. She'd been afraid that he'd become anti-social and depressed, and had been frustrated by his defeatist attitude he'd begun to exhibit. She thought for a moment. "You want to go bowling? We haven't done that in a while. Maybe we could call up a couple of friends?"
At that, Jon shook his head. "Naw, not this time. I don't want any of our friends to know about the rock; they'd be jealous that I hadn't chosen to show it to them, and I really don't want anyone knowing that I'm me. But I guess bowling sounds fine."
"Great!" Jon looked for his bowling shoes and was once again reminded of how far he'd changed. He then tried his mother's shoes, but these were still too big. "Guess I'll have to rent some shoes there."
Karyn nodded. "You mind if we stop by my place? I'll tell my mom that I'm going bowling, and then I'll get my ball and shoes as well. It's not much, but any money saved is a good thing."
Jon agreed, and they walked out to Karyn's car. Frustrated, Jon noticed that his pants seemed to be getting too tight, but he ignored the feeling. It just wasn't something he was ready to deal with.
Unfortunately, when they'd arrived at Karyn's house, Jon stood up and his pants ripped in half. Karyn stared at him for a moment, then blushed and turned away.
Glancing down, Jon realized that things had continued to progress for him. His hips had widened considerably, and they were emphasized by the now feminine shape of his thighs and his indented waist. He underwear hund loosely around his hips. "Shit!"
"Come on inside, I'll get some clothes for you." They walked into the house and snuck up into Karyn's room, carefully checking to avoid encountering her parents. Finally, she began opening some drawers, and tossed a few items at Jon. "Here, try these on."
Jon shuddered slightly. "Fine, but just a pair of shorts or pants, no skirts please!"
Karyn turned and faced him. "Jon, you need a bit more than pants. Your underwear are way too big for you, they don't fit at all! And you'll need a bra, too. You might as well change out of all of your clothes, because even they don't fit you so great anymore." She looked him up and down. "Besides, if you want to avoid people recognizing you, the last thing you need to be doing is wearing ill-fitting men's clothes with a body like that; you'll draw the wrong kind of attention."
Jon glanced down and was forced to reluctantly agree. While the tank top he'd worn wasn't really remarkable, it had been his favorite shirt a few years back, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to think of Jon while looking at him. He was also concerned about his chest; if his breasts continued growing at the same rate of the rest of his changes, they wouldn't be big, but they'd definately look out of place in the tank top he was wearing.
Still, he realized that wearing Karyn's clothes was likely to bring another form of the wrong kind of attention.
While he very much wanted to wear jeans, he knew it got too hot in the bowling alley and he settled for a pair of white shorts. They showed off his long legs in a way he didn't want to think about, so he forced himself not to. Underneath the shorts he wore a pair of plain white panties, especially grateful that they came from an unopened package and were extremely plain.
Choosing the bra was simple, since the package with the panties also had matching bras. Still, a part of him felt violated by the fact that he was wearing the garment, and he felt more violated by the fact that his body needed it.
Over the bra, he opted to go for a white tank top. He knew a sweater or anything with long sleeves would have looked rediculous with the shorts, especially in the alley. He'd wanted to settle for a T-shirt, but Karyn had only a few clean shirts available, the shirts that she didn't wear often. And if Karyn didn't want to wear a pink shirt that said "Princess" on it, saying that it was out of the question for Jon would have been an understatement.
Jon carefully tucked the bra straps under the tank top's and Karyn let him pick out a pair of shoes. There wasn't much of a choice. "Of all the girls in school, I happen to be friends with the only one that doesn't have three hundred pairs." He settled for a pair of sandles with a small heel, which he quickly got used to.
"You want to paint your toesnails, to match the shoes?" Karyn joked. Jon just grinned and then flipped her the bird.
Finally, the two were ready. Jon took a look in the mirror and was stunned at the beautiful teenaged girl that was staring back at him. The last vestiges of his manhood made a weak attempt to stand upright at the picture, and then gave up trying all together.
"Wow, you really look a lot like me, especially with those clothes!" said Karyn. "How about we tell anyone that asks that you're my cousin." Jon nodded silently. "But we'll need a name for you. Any ideas?"
Jon shook his head. "No. If I've got to have a girl's name, I really don't want to come up with one."
Karyn thought for a moment. "How about Joan? It's pretty close to your old name." Jon shook his head. "Well, what about Jo Anne?"
Once again, he shook his head. "I don't know. I don't really like those names."
"Well, how about whatever name you would have been named if you'd have been born a girl? How's that?"
Jon hesitated, and then nodded. "Okay, I guess. Let me think, though. What was it that mom was going to call me . . ."
