Geography passed by quickly, the notes in Ashley's textbook were similar to ones he'd take though written in more feminine handwriting. And luckily Jon's unconscious spreading of his legs was no longer an issue thanks to the longer skirt.
Jon hit more good luck during english, Ashley's class had an assignment on historical American authors, meaning they'd be in the school library.
Working in the library was perfect for Jon, he was safe from harassment from the jocks, and the teacher didn't bother to supervise your work, so you could just browse the internet for an hour.
Finding an empty study booth in the library, Jon threw his backpack under the desk and began to log into the computer.
user: jgibson2 | password:schoolsucks
Incorrect username or password
"huh, why didn't that work?" wondered Jon, starting to retype it. "Maybe I got the password wrong"
Incorrect username or password
Jon sighed, "third time's the charm, I guess"
As he started retyping his username again, he remembered back to earlier in the day, the revelation hitting him in the face.
"I'm such an idiot" he grumbled, "of course that wouldn't work".
user: jmiller2 | password:schoolsucks
Welcome, Jon Miller
Loading up the desktop, Jon was greeted by a photo of himself, Karyn, and Ashley, from what he guesses was the trip to the lakes last summer.
There was Jon standing in the middle, his arms around the shoulders of Karyn & Ashley, who both had their hair tied back into a ponytail. Karyn was wearing a peppermint green swimsuit, and from the cleavage she had the larger bosom yesterday's wish had endowed her with.
Ashley was wearing a light blue bikini top, and what Jon recognised as his aqua-camo swimshorts. Quickly his eyes darted into the middle of the photo, there he stood, smiling with his arms wrapped around two girls, wearing nothing but a pair of light blue bikini bottoms.
Jon felt his face turn red, everyone thought this was how things always were, but it didn't stop Jon from feeling weirded out.
Jon quickly opened up the web browser to hide the photograph, if he had an hour to waste, he decided he'd make it somewhat productive, searching for any information about magic wishing stones.
His search was less than successful, finding mostly wiki articles for video game items, worthless tat websites, and the occasional work of fiction.
Why did I even think there would be anything about it he thought, I didn't even believe it was possible myself until that damn stone turned up
Giving up his search, he decided to check out some of the stories people had written about magic stones, settling on fiction-tree.net, he started scrolling through The Misadventures of James and his Wishing Pebble.
The time started flying by, Jon had enjoyed a bunch of the stories, though he wondered why people were so obsessed with turning James into a girl.
BRRRRRIIIINNNGGGG
The final bell of the day had managed to sneak up on Jon, his adventure into online interactive fiction had been more enjoyable than he expected, but he was finally free to retrieve the rock.
