Karyn saw Jon grin, and she knew that he was looking at her breasts, which were most likely poking through her shirt at this point, and with these things in mind she was fairly sure that he was going to become her. She didn't know why she thought this, but she did.
Of course, she wasn't prepared for him to shrink down, and down, and down, and down... until there was nothing left of him but a pile of clothes. "Jon?" There was no answer, "Jon?!" Still no answer.
Incredibly curious now, Karyn started rifling through Jon's clothing... until she came across something that didn't belong there.
Specifically a rather... lacy, even racy black bra.
But that wasn't right, Jon didn't wear bras.. and this one was big enough that even if he did have breasts he wouldn't be able to hide them... had he expected to turn into a girl today? No, that was silly...
Unless...
"Jon, is that you?" She held the bra up to her face, looking at it, scrutinizing it... of course, it didn't talk back to her... or show any indication whatsoever that it was anything other than a simple bra. Inanimate, thoughtless, lifeless...
And Karyn frowned, "I wish that I would always know what Jon becomes anytime he changes, and that I knew what he was right now."
