"I wish that until I say the word 'potato' three times in a row, Jon will only be able to think of himself as a seven year old girl named Samantha, with no memory of ever being Jon Smith. And I wish for all of his clothes to become that of a very feminine young girl, but in his sizes. I wish that when I say 'asparagus' three times in a row while Jon is in his normal state of mind, he will revert to Samantha mode."
Jon looked down to find himsef wearing a pink frilly dress, with white tights and black mary-janes. In his hair he felt ribbons, which he assumed were also pink.
"Larry, you've got to..." suddenly he fell silent, and his expression softened. He looked at Larry for a moment, and then smiled. "Hiya mister," Jon said sweetly.
"Why hello, little girl, what's your name?" Larry said, snickering.
"My name's S'mantha. I'm this many," he said holding up seven fingers, "I'm gonna go play with dollies now, bye!" And Jon trotted upstairs.
"Change him back, you monster!" Larry suddenly realized that Mrs. Smith was still sitting on the couch, and had been too shocked to say much of anything.
"Oh, I'm a monster, am I? I'm merely allowing him to enjoy the innocence of childhood again. Is there anything wrong with that? Oh, and that reminds me... I wish...
