Jon looked down at his chest. "Is this one of them?" he asked.
"Yeah," Karyn replied. "Patty Clark. She been calling me a freak since sixth grade. I think it's time she knew what a real freak is. Don't you agree?"
"Allow me," Jon told her, before turning back to face the girl. "Patty, right?"
"That's right," she said superiorly. "Did your bra tell you that, Freak?"
"As a matter of fact, it did. And you know what else it told me? It told me that you like calling people freaks."
"That's right, Freak," Patty told her. "I do. You got a problem with that...Freak?"
"A little one, yeah."
"So, what do you plan to do about it?"
"Just this." He tightened his grip on the rock. "I wish that every time you call someone a freak, you would instantly changed into a little pink vibrator, and stay one until someone uses you to get themselves off."
The locker room went quiet, as the girls all stared at him in shock. "Ooh," Karyn said from his chest. "Good one."
Finally, Patty laughed. "Well," she said, "if that doesn't prove it, nothing does. You really are a freak... HEY!"
Jon smiled as he watched the girl's eyes go wide, just before she disappeared. The other girls all jumped back in shock as Patty gym outfit dropped empty to the locker room floor. When no one else would move, Jon walked over a pull the transformed girl from her clothes.
He held her up for a closer look. Patty was now only nine inches tall, and was trapped in a "stand at attention" pose, her arms and legs straight. Her feet were attached to a round base, which Jon turned slowly to the right. Instantly, Patty began to vibrate in his hand. He laughed, looking to the surprised expression frozen on the girl's face.
He held her up to the other girls. "Any volunteers?" he asked. The other girl's all back up even further, shaking their heads. "Come on, now," Jon said, standing back up. "You are her friends, right? I mean, you all seemed to think it was funny when she called me a freak. You heard what I said. She's stuck like this until someone uses her. As her friends, shouldn't you want to help her out." Again the heads shook. "Oh, yeah. Guess you're not her friends, after all." He sat the sextoy that was Patty on one of the benches between the lockers. "I'll just leave her here, then. I'm sure someone will come along and find a use for her. Later, girls."
He turned and walked away, holding his head down to whisper to Karyn. "One down," he said. "So, who's next?"
