Carol held the wishing stone in her hand...puzzling over what to do. And if she was to fix things, just how to do it.
Her "daughter" Jonelle and her girlfriend "Karyn" were in Jon's room, doing whatever a pair of nymphomaniac bisexuals do to pass the time. It sounded like a moaning contest...
How was she going to handle this? In the day since she'd...done what she'd done, she'd wished that Carl/Lebron's disappearance would be ignored by his parents, the police and the school. She'd also done some careful study of the wording of Lebrons wishes. Some things had straightened themselves out (now that there was no Lebron, Jonelle was 'Freaky' and 'Super Hot' for Karyn instead), and another wish had been that Lebron's definition of a "Skeezer" (what he'd wished Jon into) was the mildest one available. Thus, though Jon was still a "Promiscuous Woman" she no longer had the overwhelming craving for sexual partners. Karyn was enough for her.
It drove her mad to think that Jon might be trapped as Jonelle for the rest of his/her life. To make things somewhat easier for her, she wished that Karyn's family would be perfectly happy if Karyn moved in here, thus Jonelle and Karyn had access to each other. It was mildly unpleasant...imagining the two of them in there...doing what they must be doing...but at least it kept them both happy and out of trouble. Without Lebron, the center had fallen out of their lives. All they had was each other. She couldn't deny them that minor comfort.
Jon's door opened, and the two transformed friends exited, obviously well pleased by their activities. Their hair was tousled and they were both oddly energized. They'd slipped on nightgowns - Karyn's a baby blue and Jonelle's red with a black zebra pattern.
Carol asked "So...how are you to doing?"
"Jus' fine, momma. Man, that was some good fuckin'. I mean...sorry, I know you don' like me talking like that..." Jonelle said, no longer aggressively "Ghetto-izing" everything she said after Carol wished Jonelle had Jons speech patterns instead. Unfortunately, a "skeezer" was apparently still an exclusively urban word, and despite the wish, Jonelle's dialect was still very urban.
"Yeah..." said Karyn in a breathy, bimboish voice. "...like, (giggle) sorry 'bout that, Mrs., Jonelle's Mom." Lebron had aparently wished Karyn was dumber or something to that effect, because no matter what she tried, she couldn't get Karyn's once keen intelligence to show itself. The poor girl still giggled and sighed like a moron, her sweet face and blue eyes betraying not a hint of the personality she'd once had.
Jonelle leaned down and kissed Carol on the cheek - her huge, chocolate brown breasts shifting and wobbling as she did so. She smiled at her, and Carol again thought "That's my son. That's my baby. But that's the face of a stranger." Then Jonelle went into the bathroom to fix her hair and slip on some clothes. Lebron's wishing had changed Jonelle's concept of fashion and style drasticly.
"So...how's the wishin' going?" the slutty-looking black girl asked, as she sprayed the activator soloution into her hair. The "Jheri Curl" went out of fashion in the 80's, but thanks to Lebrons wishes, that was the only way Jonelle wanted to wear her hair. She fussed with her curls, the 3-inch long nails that tipped her fingers touching lightly and there to get the proper look. Then she slipped into her fishnets, leather miniskirt and halter top, and put on some gaudy jewelery. Applying a burgandy coating to her thick lips, silverey-purple eyeshadow and dusky blush, she smiled at her appearance. She looked perfect.
"It's...not as easy as I'd like it to be. Reversing Lebrons wishes..."
"I don' WANT them reversed, Momma. I like what I am."
Carol sighed "Never the less, mediating them so that you are capable of living normal lives...isn't easy. Poor Karyn's a bimbo..."
"I like bein' a bimbo..." Karyn giggled.
"...and your desires have been largely limited to clubbing and sex. Jon, you'll need more in life."
"No we don'..." Jonelle said, strutting out of the bathroom. She looked like a streetwalker. "...we look jus' fine. I don' need you fuckin' with me anymore, momma."
"You like this because the stone MAKES you like this." Carol said.
"Same thing. Ain' much difference in what HE done an' what you doin', if you ask me."
Carol looked depressed, and Jonelle slid closer, wrapping her arms around her mother while Karyn slid closer on the other side. They both snuggled against the poor woman, and Carol could feel their hands touching her in places...she shouldn't be touched by her son and his girlfriend.
"That's enough! Stop!" she snapped, getting up quickly and only then noticing that Jonelle had palmed the wishing stone. "Give me that, Jon"
"Ah wish you'd forget 'bout Jon, an' want me to be Jonelle..."
Carol was shocked...that Jonelle could even imagine she'd ever want her to be anyone else.
Karyn giggled. This was funny.
"...an' that you LOVED me an' Karyn, an' wanted to be with us."
Carol...
Carol was in heaven. Jonelle was sitting back and watching television - her legs spread and her skirt open - while Carol had her face buried in her transformed sons crotch. That her black daughters cunny could taste so spicy and delicious was amazing! Why had she never tried to wish herself bisexual sex before? Between her own legs, Karyn was lapping and sampling her twat with equal relish.
Jonelle felt a little bad about what she'd done, but only a little. She'd risked her life to protect Carol, than the woman had tried to destroy her. It hadn't been fair, so...she'd made some changes. Now, Carol didn't want either of "her girls" to be any different. Jonelle loved her mother very much...but knew she was safer now than before. Eventually, Carol would have destroyed her, and that couldn't be allowed. Now...Carol, Karyn and Jonelle were all best girlfriends, bedmates and lovers. That was best for all involved.
Now...what should she wish for next. Perhaps wish that Lebron was back from not existing, but maybe nicer? She wasn't sure...
