Holding the stone, Sarah looked straight down her chest. Jon could feel her threatening gaze somehow. It was somehow familiar a sensation to him strangely, as if his own body was staring him down. But no, this wasn't his body, but he was part of another.
"I wish Jon was a bra again, and not my breasts!".
Naturally, nothing happened. Jon felt a slight smug satisfaction.
"How do I fix this?!"
Jon didn't feel inclined to answer her, his thoughts drifting back to Karyn and his worry for her.
"I wish Jon would tell me how to reverse wishes!" she said, panicked.
Jon would have sighed.
"I told you before, they can't be reversed directly." to his mild suprise, Jon found his internal voice was sounding more and more like Sarah's. "You can change the situation around a wish, but were stuck. And if we don't hurry, Karyn'll be shipped off to some museum and... ugh oh."
Sarah's expression went from panicked to the predatory smile Jon knew all too well. This could not end well.
"So... all I have to do is make it so you're actually my boobs. Then I won't have to deal with you ever again? I hope you enjoy the view, Jon, you won't be telling anyone about it. I wish you only can talk if I address you first."
She did a coy pose for her own chest.
"And since a popular girl like me doesn't do crazy things like talk to her own breasts, you can't do anything to stop me from what comes next! You'll BE my breasts, and you have no choice in the matter!"
Jon fell into stunned, frightened silence.
"Now... I agree, we need to do something about Karyn. Hmm... maybe it's time to reunite you two. I have the perfect plan, too, we'll see how SHE feels about being underwear."
She adjusted herself, brushed off her shirt (slowly and intentionally, so Jon would feel) and left the closet with the smug and satisfied grin she was most well known for.
