(my apologies for misremembering the name of Our Hero)
Suddenly everything was dark, and wrong.
Jon stumbled about blindly for a moment, found a light switch under his hand and turned it on.
He was in a large basement room, crammed full of bric-a-brac and various assorted junk. Old bicycles, musical instruments and piles upon piles of cardboard boxes were stuffed into a space far too small to comfortably hold them.
As he adjusted to his surroundings, he became aware of two weights upon his chest and a distinct absence between his thighs. Something was definitely not right.
Internally Jon's mind was racing. He wanted to pause and collect himself, and find out what the hell was going on. Why wasn't he Biff, the handsome and built lifeguard who'd rescue numerous beach babes? Beach babes who'd then offer themselves to him at his private beach-house later during the course of the show?
Instead, this unfamiliar body seemed to be moving to a script of which he had no knowledge, but still inspired a vague dread.
As he looked around, he caught sight of himself in a mirror. He was in the body of an elaborately plain looking girl; as if some effort had been expended making her look plain. Slightly chunky and round-faced. Thick glasses, mousey brown hair and a slightly blotchy complexion made the effect complete. No doubt she wasn't part of the 'in' crowd.
"What a mess!" he suddenly found himself exclaiming, in a voice an octave higher than he was used to. "Uncle obviously never got around to tidying up before his unfortunate death!
What on Earth?!? What was happening?
"Oh well, better get started then."
As he bent over, his ample rear bumped an elaborate bottle onto the floor.
"What's this? It certainly needs a clean!" the words continued unbidden.
Rubbing the lamp on the sleeve of his blouse, a raft of smoke erupted from the bottle. Internally Jon groaned at the cliche.
As the smoke cleared, a musclebound genie stood before him, arms crossed.
A genie who for some reason evoked a strong sense of familiarity. Karyn...? Jon wondered.
"Master, for releasing me you may have as many wishes as your heart desires!" boomed the genie. "But at the end of three days I will be released from my servitude!"
As the character he was playing prepared to make her first wish, Jon was keenly aware that 'outside' of the show he was still holding the stone. Would these wishes count in the real world too?
