The Moon Stone: Ballet Jon

"What did you do to me, Karyn?" Jon asked firmly. "You'll just have to figure it out for yourself." Jon looked himself over. Nothing was different. He was still a guy, he didn't have breasts, and his clothes were the same thing he always wore: a pink leotard and tutu with pink tights and ballet slippers. *It must be a trick,* he thought. *She probably just went into the other room and sat there for a few minutes, trying to play with my head.* Karyn actually looked a little worried that Jon didn't notice that he was wearing a pink tutu. "Jon, you really don't see anything wrong with what you're wearing? Anything at all?" Jon looked again. "Is my tutu on backwards again?" Karyn raised an eyebrow.