"All we need is the most recent picture of Jon. Then we can say..." Karyn looked down at the stone, "...I um, WOULD LIKE, Jon to look like the boy in the picture. It'll work!" Strangly enough, the plan did inspire hope in me.
"Okay, so lets go to your house and get a picture." Karyn said.
"Actually," I hesitated,"We should go to your house, because my parents are home and they'd ask too many questions." Karyn went glum.
"Yea, my parents are home, too. Emily, do you have one?" She asked. Emily shook her head 'no'.
"I only have the one old picture and it's whats gotten us in the trouble in the first place." Emily looked dissappointed for a moment, then her face lit up with an idea. "Why don't we just wish for a recent picture, duh?" Karyn and I looked at eachother, feeling stupid for not thinking the same thing. With that, the stone was held out again.
"I wish we had a recent photograph of Jon." Karyn demanded. The stone flashed and from out of thin air, a 4x6 picture fluttered to the table. Karyn immediatly grabbed it, obvserved it, and swore under her breath. She turned the picture, revealing a smiling portrait of Emily's cousin at a dance recital. We all slumped down in chairs, trying to figure this one out. Suddenly, Karyn sprang up.
"In my locker at school, I have a picture of you from last Thursday. It'll be perfect!" She spouted. I shook my head.
"Its night time, no one but staff can be let in." I said, feeling bad for destroying her plan. But she still seemed to be getting at something.
"Jon?" She asked in an inquisitive tone of voice.
"Yea?" I replied.
"You know how you were saying Mrs.Bram was hot?" She asked.
"Yea, for a 45 year old teacher....hey! NO!" I immediatly realized her motives.
"Come on! You're already a little girl! If you were Mrs.Bram, you could get into the school AND tell me how to get a perfect grade on this project!" Karyn started to plead. I didn't even want to entertain the idea. Mrs.Bram was the biology teacher in our school. Although she was in her mid-40's, you could tell she was beautiful when she was younger. But now she was the same age as my mom, and that disgusted me, even if she did show up to a late night fantasy of mine. I shot back a look of extreme disapproval to Karyn and Emily.
"Yea, I might of said she was hot, but not hot as in 'I want to be her'!! Besides, she's the same age as my mom! Her breasts are probably..." I looked around and noticed people were looking at me, so I lowered my voice, "...are probably sagging and she probably has a old woman, hairy vagina or something!! I don't want that feeling between my legs!" I protested.
"Okay, would you rather have Mr.Hathaway's cock between your legs?!" She asked, getting a bit defensive. She did have a point, though. "Besides, it can't be any worse than a hairy little girl vagina!" She added, just to press my buttons.
"I don't have any hair!" I said in a loud whisper.
"Yea, right!" She bit back angerly. I lifted up my dress, revealing my panties.
"I'll prove it!" I said as I pulled down my panties. Emily covered her eyes with one hand and grabbed my slim waste with the other and carried me outside, with Karyn following closely behind. We reached the car and Emily threw me in the back seat, slammed the door and got in the driver's seat. Karyn came and sat on the passenger's side.
"Alright! So what do you vote for, Emily? Mrs.Bram or not?" Karyn said, apparently leaving my say out completely now....
