Karyn paused as she felt another wave of pleasure from Sarah's rubbing against her private parts. Catching, her breath, she started again. "I wish...I was."
At that exact moment, she felt two sensations at once. The first was her orgasm, as her body could no longer fight it off. The other was more disturbing. Between her breasts, she felt the wishing stone grow warm. Both sensations created the same response, as she threw her head back, ready to scream out loud.
But she didn't scream. In fact, the entire locker room was suddenly plunged into a eerie silence.
Wrapped around Karyn's chest, Jon noticed right off that something was wrong. The whole time Karyn had been struggling to resist Sarah's attention, she had been moving around, causing her breasts to run against the fabric of the bra he had become. Now, she wasn't moving at all. Not only that, but the warm feeling of her flesh pressed against him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cold hardness.
"Karyn," Jon called mentally, "are you alright?" He got no response. "Karyn?" he called again. Nothing.
He ran the events of the last few minutes back over in his mind. And then, he knew:
"I'm not made of stone, you know."
"Well, maybe it would be better if you were."
"Believe me, Jon. Right now, I wish... I wish I was."
Karyn had accidentally wished she was made of stone. And all evidence suggested that the wish had been granted. Karyn had, in her confusion, turned herself into a statue.
