At the Whitefield home, Benny had finally completed his chores and had just started to cook dinner. By now he had aged to his mid thirties, though his new figure openly defied that. The final pieces to the hourglass shape were just beginning to develop, his expanded nipples pushing against the soft fabric of his bra and sun dress.
Benny had just put the chicken in the oven when Mr. Whitefield came home, a wide grin on his face. Benny returned his smile radiantly and said, "Oh, Bert, you're home early!" his husband shrugged, and gave his wife a long kiss.
"Things finished up early at the office," he said, setting down his suit case. "Where's Jayne?"
"Oh, you know her, out with those scary little friends of hers," Benny replied, as he returned to the kitchen and began to chop the vegetables. He flashed his hubby another bright grin, his face now the picture of the ideal housewife.
Meanwhile, Nicole had found her way to the very house her replacement originated from, heading up the stairs to the vacant room that two days ago belonged to Jon Madison. She pulled out a fairly standard pair of jeans and a t shirt, and pulled them on. Suddenly the haze from her mind cleared, and she looked around her room. Suddenly she noticed her younger sister Clair searching around for something. By now Clair had regressed to about twelve years of age, and was small enough to easily pass for someone a year younger.
"What are you looking for?" Nicole asked her, in a perfectly normal accent.
"What, me, oh nothing, just... nothing," Clair said, noticing someone had finally replaced Jon. What disturbed her even more than this new girl who had replaced Jon was the fact that it had taken her a moment to realize that Nicole (a name which Clair somehow instinctively knew) hadn't always been her older sister. Could the wish somehow be effecting her now? But she had clearly stated... Clair renewed her search with new vigor, determined to get on top of this situation.
Nicole, meanwhile, narrowed her eyes suspiciously. What was Clair up too? Could it have something to do with the wishing stone's apparent disappearance? She wondered...
Meanwhile, Lauren only a block away from the Madison household herself, though she turned off and instead entered the house of their elderly neighbor Mrs. Wilson. She dressed herself in a expansive undergarments and a large floral dress.
The Real Mrs. Wilson was at her son's house, playing with her grandchild Gillian Gates. Gillian now looked to be about seven now, a tomboyish young lady with short dark hair. Suddenly Ester Wilson stopped, turning and trudging out into the afternoon with not so much as a glance back at what used to be her grandchild.
On the other side of town, Gladys O'Brian was having more fun than she had ever remembered shopping for the upcoming school dance. She had lost about a third of her former mass by now, though still by all means quite overweight, Her flaxen hair had also darkened to a bright auburn, and a smattering of faint freckles graced her nose now.
She was heartily enjoying herself, and the wondrousness of the present shopping was only matched by the promise of Mikey's plan. The French member of their inner circle had come upon a stroke of genius with his plan. Gladys glanced over at him now, failing to realize how Mikey had developed the beginning of some exquisite curves since they had entered the dress shop.
In a very different clothing store, Biff and Chris were undergoing some unnoticed changes of their own. Their ears were now filled with pierces, all matching of course, and their chests had become sore and puffy.
After several hours of selecting and trying out clothes, the Goths bought several armloads of clothing (Mostly for the twins, but a few outfits for the other three as well). Luckily Jayne had a credit card, or they would have been never been able to afford it. As they left the store and headed out the mall, the Goths looked around and expressed a communal feel of triumph over the masses, who wasted their lives following whatever their television told them too and following the herd.
"So, is their any remaining sites worth visitation?" the twins asked together, their identical voices now much higher, and of course without any hint of emotion to them.
Joni shook her head. "No, these are about all the places that aren't shit."
"But your aunt's club should be starting to pick up by now, so maybe we should go there," Jayne put in.
The twins agreed to this, along with everyone else, and so they piled in the car, their tour of the city complete.
