Jon looked in the mirror in his room, still crying. He hated his appearance and the way he was treated. All his life, he had tried to change the way he looked. He'd tried every acne cream that existed, but nothing worked. He'd tried every shampoo known to man, but nothing would help his greasy hair. He'd tried switching from glasses to contacts, but they irritated his eyes so much he'd had to go to a doctor. When he grew breasts, he'd tried to bind them to hide them, but that didn't work and he'd had to start wearing a bra. Most confusing of all, whenever he tried wearing boy's underwear, he'd break out in a rash. He could only wear panties, the silky kind being the most comfortable.
He was so mad at Mikey, he couldn't even come home to his own house without his brother being horrible to him. And now he was apparently with Karyn, which made Jon even madder. Karyn was one of the few people at school who wasn't totally horrible to him. They'd never be friends, he knew, but she was a generally nice person and would occasionally say hello to him, or ask how he was doing. Mikey wasn't good enough for her. He then remembered the stone, and tried to think of a wish that would maybe make it so Karyn wouldn't be attracted to him, and also embarrass him in the process.
"I wish that all of Mikey's pants and shorts would turn into dresses and skirts. I wish he was currently wearing a pretty little floral print sundress." There was a flash. Jon quietly opened his door and snuck down the hallway to see how the situation had changed downstairs. He decided to peer into Mikey's room on the way. It was just as messy as before, except the pants and shorts lying around were all dresses and skirts. Mikey's dark blue basketball shorts were now a light pink tennis skirt. His suit and tie, which he still hadn't hung up since he had to wear it to a family wedding over a week ago was now a little black dress.
Jon left the room and walked to the bottom of the stairs to see what had changed between Mikey and Karyn. He was shocked to see that...
