Without holding the stone, Jenny wished that she and the world was back to how it had been to before her previous wish but with her experience from her wish remaining.
Jon rushed to the mirror and looked himself up and down. No breasts, no feminine hips. Everything looked good to him. He wretched, remembering what he did with his own dad. He barfed into his trashcan, finding what came up even more revolting than the memory. His father's sperm was the majority of what came up, and the taste filled his mouth.
Okay. That's the last time I make a wish while horny. I'll wait to talk to Karyn to make a proper wish. Having someone proofread them beforehand will save me a lot of trouble.
Jon shivered. He wanted nothing more than to wish away the memories of what he did. But then he might end up doing the same thing again. He was just grateful that his father let him return when he was completely under his control.
