Karyn entered my old room first and I followed immediately after her. The place was exactly as I left it. Well, almost. I noticed that the vocalist of a band on one of my posters was replaced by a different person. Earlier it was a woman. It was hard to imagine how one could remain a singer after having grown a boob in place of one's mouth...
The feeling on my face was positively annoying. The way the softly padded skin simply grown over my mouth felt... really restraining. I thought about getting a flu - how women dealt with having a runny nose. Surely there must have been some coping mechanism evolved, otherwise most of the female half of the society would just die of suffocation the first time they get a cold. I wondered how many other small details changed to accommodate the first of many bizarre fantasies due to be unleashed at the world.
Karyn dropped onto the desk chair and covered her face with her hands. 'Jon' left for a few minutes and for her it really must have felt like the first time she could freely mourn her lost independence and dignity.
Strangely, I didn't feel like crying. At all. I guessed it was because of the initial shock of becoming who I was. I guessed right. Back then I still didn't know for sure how much I'll end up crying in the next weeks.
Karyn's sobbing absolutely broke my heart. I knew that just a couple hours ago I was the one who started wishing my sexual fantasies coming true, not giving a damn about what Karyn might feel about this. Now, when the power of the stone was taken away from me I started feeling more empathetic towards her. Not only because now we shared the same female anatomical features.
I stepped towards her and put my arm on her shoulder trying to comfort her. She immediately pulled away and looked at me with disgust. Of course, I started everything and it was me who was the reason her life suddenly became so miserable. I might have looked like Lizzy, a friend of our pair willed into existence just a little over half an hour ago, but I was Jon. Jon the dangerous pervert.
Or was I? I knew the truth and Karyn knew it too, but no one else. And we both couldn't talk. What if I pretended I was in face Lizzie? Could I at least stop Karyn from looking at me so hatefully? It sounded like the only way I could gain a friend in this insane world.
And so, my act begun.
From the desk I picked up a pen and a piece of paper.
"Why do you hate me Karyn? It is Jon who did this to you, not me!" I handed the note to Karyn.
She seemed intrigued and looked at me with suspicion.
"But you are Jon. Jon in a body of this poor girl." She scribbled below.
I was glad I had taken those acting classes in the last couple of years. The moment critical for convincing Karyn I wasn't Jon just came. I played surprised and confused. From the look on her face i was just convincing enough.
"What are you taking about Karyn? I'm Lizzie, your friend and just as much a victim of Jon as you are."
Karyn's eyes went wide. I had no way of knowing for sure what she thought, if she bit the bait. I knew I did everything I can to convince her that the stone not only put me in the body of Lizzie but also overrode my mind with hers.
I could see she wanted to write something more but she was interrupted by 'Jon' entering the room.
"Hi Ladies, you missed me?" the bastard was getting cocky. The guy was drunk on power, just like I used to be. "Now, I found what we needed. We gonna have some more fun now."
His hand opened an in it I saw a few dice of varying numbers of sides. I knew precisely what was coming...
