Jon quickly aimed the remote at the ant and pressed the ORIG button. In a second the ant disappeared as it returned to its normal size. She signed in relief.
"What the hell was that?" Gwen asked from behind her.
"It's this damned remote," Jon told her without thinking. "It can transform things."
"Really?" Gwen asked, looking in amazement at the device in the other girl's hand. "Where did you get it?"
Jon immediately knew she had made a mistake. "Uh," she stammered. "I... I made it. It's my project for the science fair next week."
"Wow!" Gwen told her. "You must be really smart to make something like that. No offense, but you don't look like that scientist type."
"Oh, this isn't how I normally look," Jon said with a smile. "The remote made me this way."
"Oh, that's right," Gwen said suddenly. "That's what you meant when you said you hadn't had that body that long. So, what do you really look like."
Again, Jon silently cussed herself for not thinking. "Um," she said, trying to think what to do next. She sure didn't want to tell Gwen that she was actually a guy. She'd think she was a pervert or something. This was all Karyn's fault. She's the one that had done this to her. Suddenly, she had an idea. Why not? she thought. This is all Karyn's fault. And she's in no position to say no, anyway.
"Oh," Jon said brightly, "let me show you. I'll just turn myself back to normal." She punched a few buttons on the keyboard, then aimed the remote at herself. "Here we go," she said, pressing enter. A second later, she changed, becoming an exact duplicate of his friend Karyn. The first thing she noticed was that the slight tightness of Karyn's jeans disappeared. In fact, all of her clothes now fit her better, except for her bra, which was a bit loose. When she had made Karyn into it, it was made to fit the Playboy bunny's larger figure.
"This is the real me," she told Gwen.
"Oh, yeah," the younger girl smiled. "I know you. You hang out with Jon Donaldson. He's so cute."
"Thanks," Jon said without thinking.
"Excuse me?"
"Uh," Jon stammered again. "I mean, yeah. Yeah, he is."
Gwen didn't seem to notice her clumsy attempt to cover the slip. She was staring at the remote. "So, what else can that thing do?" she asked.
