Jon exhaled quickly as a wave splashed over him. In truth, mere moments passed by, but as Mikey looked on, it seemed as if the transformation before him occurred in slow-motion.
Jon's t-shirt and jeans fused into a light summer dress with a floral pattern. His sneakers became leather pumps. His bulky boy's watch split into several silver bangles that chimed lightly together.
As Jon's hand rushed to his head, Mikey could see Jon's nails were now much longer and sported red nail polish. As soon as his fingers touched his scalp, golden locks exploded past them in a cloud of curls, resting gently atop his shoulders. His beautiful mane bounced as he shook his head as if to clear out the cobwebs.
Lastly, Mikey watched with great facination as make-up faded into existence on his older brother's face--lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush along with thinly arched eyebrows. And then the final touch. Dangly gold earrings popped into reality on Jon's magically pierced ears.
"Uh... Mom?" Mikey asked hesitantly.
"Yes dear?" Jon replied in soft feminine tone as if she had done so many times in all of her 42 years.
Mikey couldn't believe it. There was his brother--it still looked like his brother after all--in the craziest get-up he'd ever seen. And what's more, Jon thought he was his own mother! This was too perfect.
"Can I borrow the car?" Mikey threw out, testing the second part of his wish.
"Sure, sweetheart," Jon said, pulling the keys to the SUV out of her newly manifested purse. "Just be sure not to scratch it."
Jon plunked the keys down on the kitchen table and Mikey greedily snatched them up. Suddenly, the front door flew open.
"Hey, guys, I'm home from school!"
Mikey thought the voice sounded strange, and as soon as he turned his head, he found out why. There stood his mom, wearing a backwards red baseball cap atop her shorter, browner, straighter hair. She wore an ill-fitting t-shirt and her womanly ass stretched the limits of the boy's jeans she had on. A backpack was casually slung over one shoulder and Mikey could have sworn he saw her adjust her crotch once.
She bolted upstairs into Jon's room.
"I won't be home for dinner tonight, Mom," she yelled in an absurdly husky approximation of a teen boy's voice. "Karyn and I are going to the movies."
Jon rolled her eyes and sighed quietly. "Well, kiddo. Looks like it's dinner for two. How does Chuck E. Cheese sound?"
"Alright!" Mikey exclaimed. "I'm driving!"
