"Ah!" said Jon. "Just as I figured, you were planning something."
"What?" replied Emily.
"You have some kind of weird fetish, which is why Karyn wanted me to drink all that soda. I spilled a little water to see if you'd start being happy that my pants were wet. You know, I'm not a five year old, and even if being in a new body made me unable to control myself, I'd have felt that my bladder was full. I'd know I have to go to the bathroom. And we're in a food court; the bathroom is right here."
"There's no weird fetish," replied Emily.
"Just a prank then? Or a fetish but not a weird one?"
"It doesn't matter. Even if you got it wet on purpose, you still can't walk around that way. You need to get new clothes."
"Or go back home and change. Or just ignore it."
"But you were going to get new clothes anyway, right? You even wished up some money so we can all buy stuff. So if you were going to do it anyway, you may as well do it and let it solve your problem at the same time."
"I agree," said Karyn, returning with the soda. "I wonder what size Jon takes now, by the way?"
Emily replied, "If we can't figure it out, we could ask a clerk in the store what size she thinks fits Jon."
"It would call attention to me," said Jon. "How would I explain what happened to me? And why would I need to own several sets of clothes that fit this body, anyway?"
"No plan's perfect," replied Emily.
