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Karyn was relieved that Jon's life was apparently no longer in danger as Jon's new face took in air and Jon's new skin returned to the paled pinkish tone that Karyn had given him.
Though, Jon was hardly a 'him' at this point, as he didn't have the essential equipment to be called male. Where before Jon's male parts had been where Karyn had left them, building shoulders around them, they now had been replaced with the very head that Karyn had used to save Jon's life. Jon would understand.
When Karyn had pulled the head from the drawer, she had subconsciously chosen a head that matched Jon's 'old' head, which she'd replaced with a female crotch, not a female head that matched the body Karyn had given him/her but at the time she'd merely wanted a head to go on that body, that very female and very feminine body. And the Medium-skinned, black haired, brown-eyed Male head on the fair-skinned body, but rush jobs aren't known for their originality.
Then Jon's eyes opened up.
To Jon it was a unique perspective on the world. He wasn't used to his penis being able to see, or having such a powerful sensory package as to be able to smell, or hear, or taste. And though it seemed as though he knew how to use it, he also wasn't used to being able to move his penis from the inside.
So for a moment he revelled in the novelty, looking down at himself and confirming what he'd... felt up? before. He was female. His mouth was a pussy. His stomach had breasts on it. His chest had no lungs, but instead had what would normally be held within a female lower torso, and a belly-button denoting what he could, at best, call the center of his chest, or perhaps the underside of his chin. His ears were gone altogether, and his arms were helpless to do anything of import except to get him from place to place. And one more thing that he'd had no way of figuring out until he could properly see: He had shoes on. Long heeled shoes. High heels, he supposed they would be called, and since he realized this now, it seemed so obvious, but he supposed that bumbling around in a headless stupor allowed some leeway in what he would notice. But at least he got the long socks right, and the garter. He noticed that he was, indeed, wearing a bra, and that said bra was half off on one breast. So he just took it off.
Karyn wasn't knowing, exactly, what to expect. Jon had played with himself, just like she'd wished, and having nearly killed him she wasn't feeling quite as vengeful as she had been a moment before. Of course, what she hadn't known was that her wish was, in effect, a conditional statement: Jon would play with himself when he awoke AND Jon would stand up when he awoke. Because Jon had passed out before fulfilling both conditions, the wish was still in effect.
Which is why Jon suddenly decided that he needed to stand up. This was a clumsy affair, marked first by his attempt to stand on his new arms, then after he quickly realized that that wouldn't work, he stood up on his new legs. He then stumbled a bit, finding those hard glovelets to be very uncomfortable now that his weight was pressing on them, and then... he started playing with himself some more.
His penis moaned as one of his feet kneaded his stomach and he sucked on the toes of his other foot, which he'd reached into his panties to achieve. He even found that his head and shoulders were, or at least seemed to be moving on their own, bucking and gyrating against his foot as his hands simply continued to support his weight, until he fell on his shoulders and neck, leading to those parts being very sore, but they were rather more stout and padded than they had been before so Jon simply continued what he'd been doing.
Karyn was watching all this wordlessly, feeling almost for a moment as if she were invisible, since Jon hardly seemed to be noticing she was there, after all Jon apparently wasn't in the state of mind to care. And as she watched Jon masturbate with his new female anatomy, Karyn was getting a tad...
