"What?" Jon said, hearing Sarah's wish. A moment later, he felt the cold hardness of Karyn's breast in his cups recede. In seconds, the statue had shrunk down, completely hidden by the gym clothes. "What are you doing, Sarah?" Jon called in fright.
But the cheerleader ignored him, going over to the pile of clothes on the floor. She searched through them until she found the little stone figure of Karyn. "Here we go," she smiled, holding it up for a closer look. "I don't know if you can hear me in there, Karyn, but you'll have plenty of time to regret turning me into your panties now."
"What are you up to, Sarah?" Jon's voice said, trying to sound tough.
"Getting a little pay back," she answered as she put Karyn into her purse. "Karyn's never getting out of this one, Jon. She's gonna spend the rest of her existence as a piece in my perverted uncle's erotic art collection. I'm giving her to him as a present."
"Sarah, you can't do that!"
"And why not," the cheerleader asked. "You said it yourself. This stone can't reverse wishes. So, Karyn was gonna be stuck this way anyway."
"Maybe," Jon told her, "but maybe not. We just need to think of a wish that will change her back that doesn't violate the rules."
"Well, that's just too bad," Sarah said, again searching through the clothes on the floor. "Because I've got the rock now, Jon, and you..." She pulled Karyn's bra out of her clothes. "...you're just a bra. So, there's nothing you can do about it."
"Don't count on it, Sarah," Jon said defiantly. "I figure some way out of this. And when I do, you'll be sorry for what you're doing to Karyn."
Sarah thought about what Jon had said. She'd known him since first grade, and she had to admit that he seemed the resourceful type. "You know something, Jon. I think maybe you're right. I guess I'll have to make sure that you won't be able to do anything to hurt me, won't I?"
