Jon grabbed his backpack (now a little girlier and a lot heavier) and walked slowly out the door, Karyn’s upper body swinging back and forth as she protested. He stepped into the garage to find… nothing.
Karyn looked over her shoulder to face him. “Did you park outside?”
Jon shook his head. “Definitely not. But my bike isn't in here either-”
He jumped as a car honked outside, and Zoe’s voice rang out. “Hey, Jen, hurry up! We're gonna be late!”
Jon blinked. “Jen? Who's she talking to?”
Karyn shrugged, an impressive feat without shoulders. “We should go out and see if we can carpool. It's probably easier than driving like this, and it's… it's probably better to get the questions out of the way quick.” She sighed in frustration.
Jon patted her back, desperately trying to ignore how good it felt. “We’ll figure something out. I promise. Until then, we’ll make it work.”
Karyn nodded, but the defeat was visible just from the way she hung from Jon. “...Sure, Jon. Let's just get it over with.”
Jon hit the garage door opener and walked out as quickly as he could muster. He was about to wave when his sister motioned at them.
“There you are! Karyn, tell my sister to hurry up!”
Karyn looked around, confused. “Who?”
Zoe rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Just get in.” As the pair settled in, she sighed. “Seriously Jen, stop smoking Karyn out every night, just because your dick can get high doesn't mean it should.”
Jon stared at her, stunned. "You know Karyn’s my-"
"Penis? No shit, I was there when...
