Jon realized he should've just shut up. "What are you going to do?" he asked nervously. "You aren't going to kill me are you?"
"Oh please. Where's the fun in that. I'd much rather you lived the remainder of your life as a bra. And just to make sure you can't get out of it... I wish that Jon couldn't make any more wishes with this stone. There, that should keep you out of trouble."
"Sarah no! Why do you even need a wishing stone? You're already the most popular girl at school. Not to mention beautiful." Jon figured a little flattery was worth a shot.
"Oh please. You have no idea of the constant pressure I'm under. You think this look happens by accident? HA! It takes a me an hour and a half every morning just to be presentable. Every minute of the day I have to constantly worry about how I look, how I act. You think my life is easy? You try spending a day with this body, and then see what you say."
Jon saw his chance. It was slim but he had to try. He tried to sound as sincre a understanding as possible. "I wish I could."
"I wi...Whoh!" Sarah glared at the bra in her hands. "You thought you could trick me didn't you? You thought I was stupid enough to wish you were in my body didn't-- uh-oh." Sarah felt the stone grow warm. "NO! I didn't mean it!"
Suddenly Jon felt somewhat disoriented. It was strange, and for a moment... well, when one's very facts of reality are suddenly changed, a bit of confusion is eminent, after all.
When the moment was over, he found himself looking at...
