She comes out wearing something completely different

Too busy worried about the unintended consequences his thoughtless wish might have caused, Jon barely stepped back in time as he heard the door unlock behind him. Moving to give her space, he turned to look at Karyn, unsure what to expect from his friend. "Karyn, is everything al-" He paused when he saw what she was wearing.

It was still Karyn, unequivocally. Despite the new hair and the added bust, the girl before him was still the one he'd grown up with. Her attire however was completely different from what he remembered her wearing all but a few minutes ago. Gone was Karyn's traditional old green jumper. Instead, the girl wore what was unquestionably a men's plain white muscle shirt, stained with what was either grease or something else entirely. Her new bust, now obviously much larger than before, stretched out the top of the shirt, nipples pointing out as clear evidence that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits weren't the only thing that had grown - her shirt did nothing to hide the fact that Karyn now sported a slight pudge at her gut; replacing what was once a toned stomach.

Even her slacks had been replaced - in fact, Karyn wasn't wearing pants at all. She instead wore what looked to be Calvin Klein boxer shorts that fit tightly on her form, falling just short of reaching her mid-upper thigh. His eyes traced their way back to her face, and there he noticed a few other, subtle changes. One - her hair was disheveled, almost as though she hadn't combed it that morning. Second - she wasn't wearing make up, which itself was odd since Karyn usually loved pampering herself. Taking her in, it was almost as though Karyn hadn't taken the time to nurture her appearance that morning.

He blinked, the realization making perfect sense. If girls were to now act and think like men, than of course some wouldn't care about their appearance because some men didn't either. It explained everything: the clothing, the stains, the gut. Heck, the latter was most likely because Karyn took after guys who spent their time at home playing video games.

Karyn also didn't seem to care that he was staring, the girl sporting a shit-eating grin as he checked her out. "I take it I look good?" She asked, her smile widening. She brought her hands to her tits, cupping them lightly as she shook them in front of him. "What do you think? With boobs like these, do you think guys will be able to keep their hands off me?"

The newly blonde girl loved the attention her friend was given her. Any lingering doubts she had about her new tits slowly dissipate as Jon couldn't help but look at them. She relished his ogling, the boy oblivious to the fact that she was doing the same to him, her eyes nearly locked on the growing bulge within his slacks. Feeling herself getting wet as she stared, she wondered if she'd stain her boxers. At least then Jon would know she was down to fuck.

"I'll take your insistent drooling as a good sign." She said with a laugh, walking passed her friend. She gave him a light punch on the shoulder, and fell with her back on the bed, giggling as her new breasts bounced happily as she landed.

Jon slowly regained his wits, turning back to his friend. He had so many question. "Um... Karyn, where's your bra?"

"My what?" She asked, eyeing him from above her tits. "The fuck's a bra?" The other man just blinked, once again confused. Could he have gotten rid of bras? Well, men did have a tendency to walk around topless. If girls did the same, than why would they need a bra?

Karyn thankfully was quick on the uptake and recognized his confused expression immediately. "Oh, don't tell me you wished for something and I don't know about it!" Fuck, that's kind of hot. "Was it when I was checking myself out in the washroom?"

Unable to admit to it, he simply glanced away. She understood his reaction instantly.

Damn, it's just like all those erotica stories where someone changes reality and those around him behave as though nothing's different. She thought to herself, her inner pervert rearing its head. The questions that must be roaring through his mind right now...

"Um... I-" Despite finally finding his courage, Jon was cut short as Karyn screamed "No! Don't tell me!" Her words instead made him stammer, looking up at her questionably. "Sorry, what?"

To her credit, she at least blushed as she spoke. "I think its hot that I don't know. It adds a level of kink to the fact we're making wishes." Shocked by her admission, Jon simply stared at his friend, his mouth slightly agape. Karyn hesitated, wanting to say more.

"I, don't suppose you'd let me do the same? Pass me the rock and go stand in the washroom while I make a wish."

Jon blinked, unsure.