Jon freaked out and said, "I wish I wasn't Shelly, the waitress, anymore..."
Before he even finished his words, he had realized he had made a mistake, but all of a sudden chagning into a woman freaked him out. He was now sitting at a table, wearing much more casual clothes as a woman stood above him.
"Do you need a couple more minutes?" She asked impatiently.
"Um, yeah," Jon responded.
Jon looked down at himself...he was still Shelly, a raven-haired hottie, but he somehow knew now that he didn't need to work...his family was rich. He wore a tube top, black leather mini skirt, big clunky boots, and somehow he knew they were all the latest in fashion and cost a fortune. He felt sunglasses resting on top of his head...again, expensive...even his little purse was probably guchi of prada or something. He was in anticipation to see how much was actually in there (his manhood for money? at least it was a good trade off).
