It was now, thankfully, the last period of the day, and Jon bid Jay farewell before heading to the other side of the school towards his destination, which was French 101. He briefly thought that that was wrong. Wasn't he in his third year of French? But that didn't make sense either. He was a freshman, not a junior. Why did he think that he was older than he was? He shook his head, then continued on his way. French was dull and the teacher was an asshole, but at least he had it with Linda and after that he would be home free.
"Mailing another package?" the man at the counter asked Tiffany.
"Yep," she said, putting the small box on the counter.
"You know, if you don't mind me asking ..." the man said. "Have you ever thought about wearing something a little more, I don't know, revealing. Like something with a lower neckline? I've seen you come in here several times a week and you always wear outfits that are nice, but not very, well, flattering."
"Well, I work for a professional, so I don't think it would be appropriate," Tiffany said.
The man shrugged. "I think you'd look a lot better. I mean, I know we don't really know each other all that well, but I think you'd look pretty alluring wearing something a bit less functional. You have the curves for it."
Tiffany's face got red, feeling flattered. It was true that she had a great-looking body, but she wasn't the type to flaunt it and she figured that she would just feel embarrassed all the time if she tried. But something about what the post office man said stayed with her all the way back to the law office. Maybe she should "spice" things up a little. Gary might even approve of it. On her way back, she spotted a women's apparel store and decided she'd stop by after work, on her way home.
As Jon walked down the hall to his French class, he spotted that slut Zoe Sanders, who was currently flirting with a jock.
Just look at that fucking slut, he thought. With her golden hair, generous cleavage, and tight revealing clothes. Why anyone would want to look like that, I have no idea. Zoe's breasts were still B-cups, just like they were in her former life, but with the clothes she took from the original Tiffany, she was able to maximize her cleavage, making her breasts look much bigger than they actually were.
Jon quickly hurried past her and turned a corner down another hallway, absentmindedly scratching his chest, which now sported a pair of A-cup breasts. But he apparently didn't notice that anything was different.
As he continued down the hall, he glanced around, shaking his head in disgust at all the sheep who follow trends like they were their shepherds. "Good thing I'll never be like them," he muttered under his breath.
By the time Jon arrived at his last class of the day, his face had changed further - his cheekbones had risen up, his eyelashes had become fuller, and his eyebrows had become thinner. He now had the face of a girl, although maybe not an exact copy of the original Zoe's.
When he entered the classroom, he saw Linda was already at her usual seat, which he was thankful was right next to his.
Jon sat down at his desk, then looked in Linda's direction.
"Just gotta drudge through this last class and we'll have the whole night to ourselves," Linda said to him, in a much softer voice. If Jon wasn't under the effects of the wish, he'd notice that Linda now appeared to be in her mid-twenties, her body much less mature.
The bell rang, signaling the beginning of the period. "Okay, class. I hope you're ready for a pop quiz today," Mrs. Tremaine said, which caused both Jon and Linda to roll their eyes.
"Well, so much for this being as easy as possible," Jon muttered.
