"I just wish that boy could spend some time in my shoes," she said. Feeling the rock grow warm in her hand, her feet suddenly felt odd. Looking down, she saw tennis shoes on her feet. Very confused, she said to herself, "I could have sworn I'd put on some high heels earlier. I'd better go change them before I go to work." Upon opening her closet door, she was dumbfounded. "Where did all of my shoes go?"
Meanwhile:
As Jon walked to school, he looked contentedly at his 3" Manolo pumps, glad that he was able to find such a remarkable bargain for them. They had a little bow at the toe, and straps at the ankle. Jon also though about the rest of his shoes, at home in his closet. He had all kinds of shoes and boots in an assortment of styles, shapes, and colors. And thanks to the stone, nobody at school, including himself, found anything odd about a teenage boy wearing designer women's footwear with the rest of his casual school clothes. That is, until he got home...
