"Men! All you ever think about is tits and ass. Well you know what Jon? I wish you WERE a waitress named Shelly, a gorgeous, ditzy, stacked, sixteen year old and then maybe after you've had a taste of the day I've just had, you wouldn't throw your wishes around so lightly."
Jon looked at her, as the blinding white light passed. Jon looked down at himself, filling out the same waitress outfit Karen wore, but to buxom proportions. Jon stood up and looked at Karen with tears in her eyes.
"Like, why'd you, like have to do that?" Jon said through tears. But before anything could be said, Shellys mom called out to the two.
"Shelly, Karen, get down here, theres work to be done... your breaks are over. Karen smirked as she put the stone in her apron pocket and took Shelly by the arm.
"Shel, Girl, we have to get to work, and you're in for a really rough day, sister." Karen said proudly, she thought that this ought to teach him a lesson or two.
