The day got very busy and Crystal quickly forgot about the stone. How she could forget about such a life changing and powerful artifact is beyond me, but she did nonetheless. It wasn't until she got home and opened the front door that she remembered; not because she thought of a great wish to try out, but rather because of the drastic changes to her house.
The first thing she notices was that the landing no longer had pictures of herself and David. Where they had previously hung was a large mirror, placed in exactly the right place to catch the light from the front window. She admired her reflection for a moment, enjoying the change. It was then that she wondered if her wish had made the swap. She had certainly never enjoyed the pictures where they were, but David had insisted; he wanted a reminder of his family every time he left the house.
She strolled through the house. No longer were the couches in the living room leather, but now they were small and beige coloured. There were flowers on every surface. The television wasn't that awful giant fifty-two inch monstrosity, but rather a smaller model, sitting on a dainty little table.
The kitchen had all new appliances, the dining room had a Victorian dining room set, and the bathroom was pink. Had she taken her time she would have also noticed that David's dandruff shampoo was gone, but in its place was an extra bottle of the same shampoo she used.
Then she noticed the bedroom.
Well, bedrooms.
There were two, where there had been one. It was like the house had been stretched to accommodate another room. The spare bedroom was still a spare, the storage room still storage, and the office was still an office. Now there was an extra master bedroom.
She walked into one, noticing the tasteful bedspread and wonderful dresser. She could smell her favourite perfume and see in the closet a myriad of outfits she would love to wear. She hopped over to the clothes, grabbed a lovely blouse and held it up to herself. Strange, she thought, why doesn't this fit?
It was obviously far too big for her. It had broad shoulders, and it was too long. On Crystal it would look like a dress.
She hung the blouse back up and walked over to the other bedroom. There she had the same experience. Bedspread, perfume, clothes. She grabbed a seemingly identical blouse from the closet and held it up to her chest. Perfect fit.
The front door slammed, shocking Crystal into dropping the shirt. She was in hanging it up when David poked his head in the doorway (was he wearing make-up?) and smiled.
"Hey roomie! You beat me home! Excited about the ballet tonight?"
