Mikey didn't take long to choose; he picked up the sparkly black dinner dress and pulled it over Jon's head, fitting it snugly on him and clearly speaking another wish. "I wish everyone remembered Jon as whatever size I make him, and no one could be convinced he was ever any other size or to help him be any other size."
Jon simply stared up at Mikey, momentarily forgetting the discomfort from the dress: it was too tight in his waist, looser in his chest but uncomfortably tight everywhere. Was Mikey really planning on leaving him doll-sized? Zoe came into the room a moment later, and stifled a giggle at Jon. "Nice dress, little sis. Can I see your math homework? I need to catch up on some stuff."
Mikey answered before Jon could even try to. "He's busy right now, picking what he wants to wear to the mall. You did say you'd take him to the toy store there for some new clothes, right?" She shrugged. "He's already got enough, but I wouldn't mind seeing him in some little Goth dresses. Guess I'll just help myself to your math homework? I'll take you out to the mall in a couple hours. Thanks, little sis!"
With that, Zoe left without Jon being able to say a word. "Now, let's get your dolly shoes on." Mikey squeezed the little black heels onto Jon's feet, and scooped him up, walking off with him in tow. "Let's see how your friends like you, little Jonny girl."
