"Try me," Karyn suggested with an evil gleam in her eyes.
"Uh, how do you mean that?" Jon teased. "Oh, never mind; I know what you mean."
"Do you now?" Karyn suggested mischievously.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure you're not going to believe this but I've, uh, discovered that my mother is, uh, actually,uh ... Satan," Jon stated hesitantly.
"Oh, I could believe that," Karyn insisted. "Most kids our age think their parents are Satan. It's because parents make their kids go to school and come home from parties early and stuff like that."
"No, she's actually Satan. You know, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Old Nick, The Devil, The Tempter, The Prince of Darkness, whatever name you want to use," Jon insisted.
"Think about it, Jon. How can your mother be the Prince of Darkness?" Karyn tested him. "I always heard that when Satan wanted offspring, he came in the night and molested virgins in their dreams."
"Well, I asked my mom the same question, and she claimed she could change forms, even without the stone or anything like it. Then she changed into her, uh, natural form as a... a fallen angel, wings and all. At least, she said that was her natural form. I asked about the pitchfork, tail and horns bit but she claimed that went out of style in the Middle Ages."
"So what does that make you? A demon? A demon with a wishing stone?" Karyn whispered as she drew Jon closer to her. Their eyes were only inches apart.
"Karyn, are you sure this is OK right out here in front of school?" Jon asked. Karyn, however, showed no signs of releasing him. "Anyway, yes, I guess that makes me a demon. At least, that's how my mom explained it. I don't feel evil, though."
"Oh, this is going to solve SO many problems," Karyn screamed in delight, then Jon felt her body changing and contorting wickedly again him. For a few moments he was just confused, then he took a few steps back and couldn't believe his eyes!
"Karyn, where are you clothes? And why are you so tall? Where did those horns on your forehead come from? Why do you have a goatee? And a pointed tail? And hooves? And all that hair around your hips and legs? What if somebody sees you?"
"Let's just say that one night about eighteen years ago, one of your mommy's little helpers visited my mommy in her dreams," Karyn suggested in a deep, powerful voice. "And don't worry, I made sure that one but you can see me for now. I take it your mom hasn't taught you this trick yet, huh?"
"Uh, no," was all Jon could say, then Karyn clopped forward, placed a clawed hand on his forehead, closed her eyes, and groaned a few sentences in an ancient language Jon had never heard before.
"Oh my... my... my... oh gosh, I gotta try this," Jon mumbled and then, within a few seconds, he was just as tall and hairy and horny and cloven-hoofed as Karyn. He also had an erection the size of his forearm.
"Wanna try me now?" Karyn tempted for the second time. "It's OK to be naughty, you know."
"Oh, that look is so passé!" remarked a gargoyle sitting on the corner of the school roof and smiling with the face of Sarah McMillan.
