Jon walked back downstairs, his bosom bouncing all the way, to the phone. Promptly calling Karyn, he stated that he needed her to come over quickly to help him find a solution to his problem. With the conversation ended, he paced back and forth waiting for her. In doing this, he realized the nuisance that the heals caused; the short steps made his range of speed very limiting and having to walk on the balls of his feet forced him to lean forward and push his chest out which made it look bigger. He took his shoes off, but he soon discovered that his tendons forced him backwards and to fall; if he positioned himself upright, then his shin muscles were too contracted. As for walking, he found he could not lean forward to put one foot in front of the other. He was forced to accept the fact that if he was going to ever move of his own accord again, it would have to be in heals, so he put them on, sat down, and waited.
Soon, Karyn arrived and asked him what the big hurry was. He explained the back-story (in his voice that now sounded like a cartoon mouse), and she just stared at him in amazement.
"So you mean to tell me," Karyn said, "that you didn't develop your large breasts a few years back, that your tendons weren't always misshapen, and that your vocal cords did not contract when they should have lengthened?"
"Yep, that's what I mean," said Jon. "Now we need to find a way to get the stone back from my sister and see if there is any way to correct this.
"Well," pondered Karyn, "were did your sister say she was going?"
"She didn't say," responded Jon. "Only that she was going to see her girlfriends."
"Well, let's start at there houses," stated Karyn. "We can't waste much time; lord knows what they will do."
