Karyn was thinking. This power this stone gave its bearer was sooo tempting. She needed to fix a lot of things, of course -- there were faint disturbing noises coming from downstairs where her Mom was settling old scores with her philandering Dad in a pretty nasty way, for example, but right now wasn't the time to interrupt them. Yep, fixing things could come later. Right now she could have some fun and best of all having the wishing stone wipe people's memories meant never having to say "Sorry." Everything could be fixed with a simple wish, and nobody but her would be any the wiser. Good.
Jon's frantic whimpers brought her back to the real world. Oh, his five minutes as a girl were just about up, by the looks of things. Jon was struggling to get back on his feet again but the voluminous dress was tangling around his legs and the tip-toe ballet boots locked on his feet were failing to give him any traction on the floor. Even if he did get up on his toes she figured he'd not stay upright very long. Wearing something like those boots took a lot of practice, she supposed. Just imagining herself in them made her own feet twinge in sympathy. Right, first things first.
"I wish Jon looked like me for the next hour and what he's wearing fit him just as well as it did before." There, that gave them some breathing room. As Jon's features blurred, he lost his balance again and flopped back onto the bed. Karyn blinked at the vision of herself in the rubber ballgown and tight restraints, wriggling on the bed. Jon's new face was still red and he was still whimpering behind the gag. What was causing that? She shrugged it off. He was probably just getting excited by all the fetish gear he was wearing, after all it had been his secret desire for her to be dressed like that, of course it would be exciting for him. But was it exciting for her seeing him like that? Hmmm...
