"Karyn, what's got into you?" Jon whispered in a soft sultry voice. Somehow he didn't recall his voice like that during his first brief experience as a woman. For that matter, neither did he remember any soft urges to press himself and his little black dress against anyone.
"Well, what kind of womanly experiences did you have in mind, Jon? There's more to life than looking like a catalog photo and taking few spins in front of a mirror, you know. I woulda thought you'd rather see yourself without the dress for a while. Touch yourself anywhere you want. No one to tell you Oh no, please stop! How about it Jon? You wanna do the girlfriend thing? Wanna have a non-pajama party? Or would you rather go out cruising and see who we can pick up?"
"You're pissed at me. You think I'm invading your space. That's why you're saying all those things, isn't it?" Jon accused Karyn.
"As if," she retorted, but she remained pressed against him and she continued stroking his back.
"Or maybe you're jealous of my looks. Is that it?" Jon asked with a toss of his long blonde hair, a raise of his perfectly-trimmed eyebrows, two quick bumps and a somewhat longer grind.
"Back off, there, cowboy," Karyn suddenly objected. "I'd say this little experiment is over."
Jon, however, maintained his grasp. "I don't think so. I've never seen you act this way, Karyn. It's interesting. No, more than that. It's edgy. It's wild. I can't imagine where this might lead. I gotta know. I feel like I oughta be hard but this is... way different. Whoa! Were you serious about going out?"
"Jon, you look at least five years old than me. You're long, lean, and loaded. You're wearing a cocktail dress and spike heeled boots. I'm an ordinary high school girl wearing jeans, sneakers, and a cotton blouse. The only excitement we're likely to find is you getting arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor."
"We can fix all that. Now, do you want to choose your own makeover or should I do it for you?"
