"Ok, lets get to it Karen." Jon said as they walked downstairs to work.
The pair headed downstairs and were soon busy waiting tables.
'I am glad that I am not a real girl.' Jon thought for about the thousandth time as yet one more guy tried looking down his uniform. 'Wouldn't he be surprised if he found I am plastic up top?'
However; Jon did decide that pretending to be a girl did have it's good points as he picked up yet another five dollar tip. 'I must be averaging twenty bucks an hour in tips.' He concluded.
Still, Jon was more than glad when his shift was over and he could return to his room and get off his feet.
Jon and Karen were sitting in his room. "I'm beat." Jon said. "I didn't think waiting tables would be so hard."
"It is tougher than I thought it would be too." Karen said. "I think I am too tired to change clothes."
"I can fix that." Jon said as he picked up the wishing rock. "I wish Karen and I were dressed in comfortable, non-work clothes."
Neither teen saw the change happen, but an instant later they were both wearing jeans, sneakers, and T-shirt tops.
"You look a bit funny." Karen said to Jon. "You are still wearing your wig and boobs."
"I thought something was wrong." Jon said. "I wish I wasn't wearing a wig or fake boobs."
"Nothing happened." Karen said to Jon.
"I don't understand." Jon said. Reaching toward his wig, he said, "I guess I will have to remove it the old fashion way." He gave the wig a good tug.
"Ouch!" Jon exclaimed. "The wig is stuck."
