"Oh, come on," said Emily, "do you really expect me to believe...."
"Listen, bitch," said Sarah. "Here's the deal. It's a kind of magic." She pulled out the thing in her purse, which was a crude cloth doll. The colors on it were faded and stained, as if it was decades or even centuries old. Glued to the top of the doll was something else--a tuft of hair, the same color as Jon's.
"A voodoo doll?" said Emily.
"I found it in my attic. But as far as I can tell, it only does one kind of voodoo. Boy and girl transformations, and the clothes to go with it."
"That's absurd," said Emily. She knew it wasn't, but she had to pretend not to know; maybe Sarah would reveal more information. "Even if you could do something so ridiculous, that isn't exactly a lump of clay. You can't reshape it."
"It isn't absurd," said Jon, playing along. "She really did it. Look at how my pants fit me."
"Listen to your friend's boyfriend," said Sarah. "I just need to hold the doll, make sure Jon's hair is glued to it, and whisper the transformation. I don't need to reshape it."
"Let's go home now," said Jon.
"No, let's stay here," said Sarah. "If you go home, I'll transform you further. You know that."
"I'm going home anyway," said Jon. "I'm tired of your games." He knew he could go home and get the stone and put an end to this. He hadn't directly wished to give Sarah power; he could easily reverse it. All he needed to do was wish that the one week part happened for a completely different reason having nothing to do with Sarah.
"I'm also going to make sure this picture is posted to the Internet and mailed to everyone you know," said Sarah.
Jon stopped, suddenly.
"Let's go!" whispered Karyn.
Jon whispered back, "I can't! The stone has a limited range. If she posted it on the Internet I could never erase it from the computers and mail servers. They're all out of range!"
"All right," said Jon. "You've got me. What do you want, Sarah?"
