The whole day at school was boring, uneventful, maddeningly so for Jon. He got home and tried to avoid seeing Mikey, dreading what the kid probably had planned for when he did. He didn't see Sally either, strangely enough, and concluded that she was probably in her room. An hour later, he finally saw Mikey, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "What are you gonna do, Mikey? Just do it already and get it over with."
"No, you'll see what happens when it's over with." He laughed, and walked away. Jon wanted to hit him. But he went back to his room, wondering what Mikey was doing. It must have been a slow transformation, or maybe he was already transformed. Climbing (climbing?) onto his bed, he sat down. He kicked his legs and pushed a loose strand of blond hair out of his face. Wait... what?
Jon looked at the light, almost bleach, blond hair in shock, and looked down at his legs which somehow seemed longer under his loose (very loose) shorts, even though they didn't reach the ground like they usually did. His shirt seemed tight on his chest for a moment before the feeling passed, and it seemed to hang off of him like a dress now. As he stood up his pants slid off of him as if they were twenty sizes too big.
Soon, his shirt fell off in the same manner, rubbing strangely against his chest as it did, and he saw the reason why in the mirror. As the shirt fell it revealed perfectly spherical, undefined breasts, an impossibly tiny waist, and shapely feminine legs which seemed to take up almost two thirds of his total body length. On top of slimmer shoulders was an inhumanly flawless, beautiful face framed by long blonde hair. The face he'd seen in doll commercials many times.
This impossible figure was barely above the height of his bed, and shrinking still, to what Jon knew was just about a foot tall. Mikey's wish was now clear. Jon had become a living Barbie doll.
