The misshapen trio couldn't get to the courtyard fast enough. It would have been easier, had Eddie not been laughing so hard and Karyn not been running sidesaddle.
The three screeched to a halt, taking in the sight of the pouting elf, crouched in sad stature on the grass.
Her breasts were smaller than they should have been, down by about two cup sizes. More shocking was her very pronounced penis, barely concealed by her flowing dress.
"Ooh, chica," Eddie chided. "Did we forget to account for Karma? One of the opposite for each hex."
Jon snickered. "Guess those rumors about elven charisma aren't exaggeration."
Karyn growled as she steadily approached the hexed elf. Purposefully, she gripped her under the arms and lifted her easily over her head. "You WILL undo your hex on us right now, or so help me God "
"Okay, okay!" Zoë closed her eyes, chanting in the elven tongue, letting strands of bright violet curl from her body. The trio felt the hexes lift, restoring their bodies to what passed for normal.
Zoë saved her own cure for last, once Karyn set her down. "I didn't want the world to go back. It was so lifeless."
"It can't, anyway," Jon sighed. "The wishes can be altered, but not reversed. Everyone who's changed can't be human again."
"Nobody changed that didn't want it! I made that clear when I wished!"
Karyn shrugged. "She's got a point. I wanted to be a werewolf. Zoë wanted to be elven. Everybody else must've wanted to be what they are. Who are we to deny them that?"
"Si. Plus, I like being a mage. Wouldn't want to give that up."
Jon nodded. "All right, all right, I get it. But we've still got to do some damage control. Zoë, take the rock home and unhex it."
The elf pouted. "It'll take forever."
"And you live for centuries, so where's the problem?" Jon's attention turned to the other super naturals in his midst. "Meanwhile, we need to figure out how to limit the power, just so things don't go too berserk. I think we should sleep on it."
Karyn smiled. Sounds good to me, she thought.
