Now pay the nice lady and let's head home. It's time for you to do the house chores"
"Do the chores? Why me?" asked Jon.
"Remember who has the stone now, Jon. But if you prefer, I am sure we can get to an agreement..." said Mikey with a grin.
"Okay, okay, I will ..." muttered Jon, defeated, rising from the dryer being careful not to fall because of the heels. Opening his purse, he took the money and handed it to the woman at the counter, who complimented his hair. Blushing of embarrassment, Jon hurried up and followed Mikey out of the salon, struggling to maintain his balance in the uncomfortable shoes.
While waiting for the bus to arrive, Jon ran his hand through the hair Mikey made him get. It was soft and silky, and after a tug, he noted that it was definitely real hair, his hair.
"Do not touch it, it looks perfect" Mikey said, chuckling.
"People are looking at me" said Jon.
"They are surely admiring your lovely hair," Mikey laughed again, looking at his brother, but his tone changed when he saw the expression on Jon's face, "Oh, do you ask for real? Well, I could not have people wondering why my older brother is going everywhere dressed as you are, right? So I fixed some things. Your cover today is that of a normal woman, and that's what they see, "said Mikey, "but I'm sure your beatiful hairdo it's calling their attention."
"Today? What do you mean by today?"
"It's only temporary, maybe tomorrow I'll want you to do something else, or I might let you be yourself. I hadn't thought that far yet" answered Mikey with a big smile.
"So people do not know who I really am right now?" said Jon, looking around.
"No. Maybe you want me to change it so that everyone can see the real you?" asked Mikey in a malicious manner, removing the stone from his pocket.
"No!", Jon screamed in horror, making Mikey to burst out laughing.
"As much as I am enjoying this, there is still a week left and I do not want to spoil all my ideas on the first day, Jon."
Jon swallowed hard and remained silent, "When did Mikey became like this?" he thought, "This is getting out of hand..."
They waited until the bus arrived. The boys boarded it and Jon took out his purse again to pay their fare. Jon's legs were aching again, not being used to standing up wearing heels and thanked being able to sit down on the way to their house, even with Mikey making jokes about his new hairstyle, embarrassing him.
Once there, Jon sighed, relieved to get rid of the heels once and for all and massaging his aching feet. Mikey, who was going up the stairs, turned around, "Not so fast, remember that you still have to do all the chores."
"Don't you pretend me to do the chores dressed like this, do you?" asked Jon.
"Of course not. I have something special prepared for you" Mikey said holding the stone, "I wish Jon's new outfit to appear on his bed," the stone flashed, "There you are, now dress up and start working."
Jon went upstairs and entered his room, expecting the worst. His fears were justified: on the bed was...
