"How...how did...um...?"
Jons' head was getting fuzzy. She...no, wait...he...felt so out of sorts. Trying to think about his situation was like trying to wade through mud. His head was fuzzy..
He looked at himself in the mirror again. Having beat off to images of this woman just this morning, he knew that his body was 6-feet tall, with blond hair...and gigantic breasts. the 42M monsters each weighed about 20 lbs, and his back and shoulders were already starting to ache.
His body?
"Miss?"
Jon turned and the woman handed him a glass of water. Jon accepted it with a smile, thinking that she was being awful nice to him. He sipped the water, and thanked her...
giggle "Like, thanks! It's totally SUPER that you're doin' this fer me an' stuff!" he said in a high, breathy voice. It made him...her sound like a moron. It also sounded perfectly normal.
"Um, thanks. Say...this is an unusual question, but..."
Jon jumped in, squealing "Golly, it's okay. You can...like...ask me anythin', honey."
She took a deep breath. "Well...why are you dressed like that. I mean, a guys pants and shirt? I'm guessing that there's a story behind that, right?"
"Um...giggle...I can't tell you 'bout that. It's...real confusin' right now. But...can I...like use your phone...or somethin' an' stuff?"
The woman had drawn her own conclusions, and she guessed that this Zeppelin-breasts bimbo was a simpleton. Those were probably her boyfriends clothes, and she perhaps been dumped or raped. It was sad that some woman -- woman with perfectly beautiful bodies -- would surgically alter themselves like this just to please a man. Still, she clearly didn't have the brain power to make that decision herself. Maybe her boyfriend had, or she was a stripper. It was kind of sad. The poor girl was more a per than a person.
While she was thinking this, Jon was drifting deeper into his new appearance and mentality. Little did he/she imaging that his own mother had wished this on him accidentally. Or that her muttered comment that "Woman like that are probably just stupid bimbos" before setting the rock down had been the cause of his current mental condition.
The woman handed the child-like bimbo the cordless phone. "Is it a local call?"
Jon nodded, sending his/her breasts into spasms of bouncing and jiggling that caused the woman to laugh, though not cruelly. Jon laughed too, then said "Oh, sure! It's...um...like 555...um..."
Jon rustled through what had been his wallet, though he looked nothing like the picture in the photo ID now. He found a piece of paper with Karyn's number, and asked "Can you call this one fer me?"
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Karyn was just pulling up at the Mall herself, when her cell rang. She snapped it open, asking "Hello?"
A girl answered. A giggly, sweetly high voice that sang "Hey, Karyn! Like...hi. How're you doin' an' stuff, huh? Did'ja get ta th' Mall yet, 'cause I wanna talk 'bout somethin'...an' stuff..."
"Who is this?"
The girl giggled and bubbled "Like, it's me."
"Who's me?"
"Who're you? Don'cha know?"
Karyn was exasperated. "I said 'WHO ARE YOU?', you airhead!"
The woman who was watching Jon talk, saw her face shift from happiness to misery in 2-seconds flat. Jon started to cry, and said "Don't be mean, Karyn. I jus' wanted ta say it's was me, Jon. Why you gotta be mean, an' stuff?"
Jon hung-up the phone and started to cry in great, shuddering waves. She looked like the worlds oldest child after someone kicked her puppy. The woman went to her and laid her hand on her shoulder. Jon ("What kind of name was that for a girl?") startled her by burying her face in her shoulder, sobbing like a child.
"Why does Karyn hav'ta be so mean, huh? I mean, I didin' make me like this an' stuff!"
The woman tried to comfort the weeping bimbo, but also led her into the back room. She had customers here, after all...and she couldn't just have this girl making a scene in public.
The phone rang, and she picked it up. "Fantasy lingerie. This is Sue Golden. How may I help you?"
"Is Jon there? He just called from this number..."
He? Sue was intrigued.
"...and I need to speak to him...or, her..."
"Are you implying that this 'Jon' a Transsexual?"
Karyn didn't know what was going on, so she just blew the question off, repeating "Is Jon there? It's very important that I speak with...Jon."
