"This is a multipart wish," Jon began thoughtfully with the stone in his fist. "Execute all the parts simultaneously at my command. Make Alan, Jeff, and Joseph female from the waist down. Don't let their shoulders, chests, and muscles be any bigger than a girl would have. Give 'em boyish voices, as if they'd never changed. Permanently remove all their body and facial hair. Make the hair on top of their head at least shoulder length. Make 'em bisexual. Change all their clothing so it fits them, and so it's half girlish and half boyish. Make it easy for them to wear high heels. Finally, let all these people remember they were changed and accept it, but never know who did it or why. Oh, and I want to skip my shower. Make me as clean as them. Execute!"
Jon felt the stone jump in his hand, then get very warm. It stayed that way for about ten seconds then immediately cooled. A few minutes later, Alan, Jeff, and Joseph tiptoed excitedly out of the shower.
"What happened? How is this possible? What am I going to do?" came half a dozen high-pitched voices at once. That seemed strange but when Alan, Jeff, and Joseph came into view Jon could clearly see that his wishes had come true. All three of the former guys were now half-female, just like Jon, who unexpectedly found himself as hairless as the others. Well, clean is clean, Jon thought.
"I don't know how this happened but you two look good enough to eat," Joseph told Alan and Jeff once the three had calmed down a little bit.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Alan replied as he dried himself and his waist-length blonde hair. "My parents are going to be gone this afternoon. You want to get together after school?"
"Sure," replied Jeff as he donned a pair of black thoing panties, a pleated skirt, and a polo shirt with the school emblem on the chest, and black three inch pumps.
"Are you coming?" Joseph asked Jon. Joseph was dressing in some very tight and very bright pink cycling shorts and a baseball jersey. His hair was carrot-top as normal, but hung behind his shoulder blades. Jon smirked as Joseph laced up his spike-heel nylon high-tops.
"No, I have some chores to do," Jon replied as he donned his supposedly normal clothes. Normal, that is, except that the pants still had tight legs, tight hips, extra space in the butt, a flat crotch, and a zipper that was on the side.
Alan, the exhibitionist, clicked out of the locker room wearing navy blue sandal-top heels, a red tank topm and a tiny white pair of spandex Daisy Dukes that clearly revealed his camel toe. His long black hair was tied in a pony tail and fed above the strap of a sun visor.
That's when I realized my mistake. Right behind Alan, Jeff, and Joseph were three more guys: one in a t-shirt and tight denim miniskirt, one in a black crop-top and yellow unitard, and one in a pleated jumper. All three were wearing high heels, and all three had the name Jeff.
I could hardly wait for my next class (not). It was English, taught by Mr. Alan.
