Jillian smiled as she hung up the phone, thinking, "that went well." Zoe had acted cool and non-committal, hinting she might drop by, but Jillian had spent most of her life as Jon, Zoe's brother, until wished into this new life by that lunkhead Moose. Still, Jillian knew her sister. She would come over and she might even use the stone to do it. If she could get Zoe to show her the stone, steal it, use it - - God, it made her crazy just thinking about it! She could be back to her life as Jon Gibson before she spent even her second day as Jillian Farber!
It had been easy to get Zoe on the hook. Jillian still had a sharp memory, same as when she was Jon and, though Jon had never bothered to do more than flip through most of the stuff Zoe read, Jillian remembered most of the titles and subject matter enough to fake her way through the conversation. Zoe had always wanted to believe in magic and the stone simply confirmed its existence. There was no way Zoe could know for sure that Jillian didn't have some kind of magic too.
Unless she wished to know.
The thought made Jillian frown, but she couldn't let the possibility freeze her in place. She had to operate under the assumption that Zoe was no more experienced at using the stone than Jon had been before what Jillian had come to start thinking of as "the accident," though she wasn't sure if she meant dropping the stone or Mike's wish. Mike's wish had really been no accident at all, but she wasn't quite as angry about it as before. Jillian had to admit it was a pretty devilish way to take out a male rival (for the stone or anything else) - - just wish he was some hot chick that goes out with you.
With the stone anything was possible. If Zoe made the right wish she might even accidentally discover Jon's existence/disappearance on her own. Too important to leave to chance, Jillian decided. She might even be able to plant a few ideas into Zoe's head as far as wishes - - wishes that would have beneficial side effects for getting back to being Jon,
No telling when Zoe might get here, Jillian mused as she considered her plans. Looking at her work clothes, the young woman made a moue of disatisfaction. Lightly skipping up the stairs, vaguely noting the bounce and roll of her own body as she did so, Jillian knew she would be giving the performance of her life tonight, which meant a change of wardrobe was in order.
Stripping out of the scoop neck blouse and mismatched camo skirt, Jillian tossed her work clothes into the corner behind her door and padded over to her closet, passing the mirror above her make up table. It was like watching a stranger go past, a sexy stranger in her underwear, long black hair trailing down her naked back. Jilian stopped, backed up a step. She met her own eyes in the reflection, but there was still very little sense of recognition. Unhitching the bra and stepping out of her panties, the girl felt a thrill of arousal as she watched the perfect tan breasts tumble free and spied the dark, well groomed stripe of her pubic hair.
Jon did not truly think of himself as Jillian, though it was getting harder and harder to make the distinction. The wish was doing some subtle tweaking of her personality and similar thoughts were how she rationalized her response to everything thus far, but tonight she wanted to be Jillian. Tonight she had to be Jillian, and Jillian had to be the kind of girl Zoe would hang out with. She reminded herself that she came up here for clothes, not to stare at herself naked. Jillian vaguely recalled seeing some stuff that might suit her purposes on the two previous trips she had made into the undiscovered country of her crowded closet.
She had to look casual, but cool, as if she wore this sort of stuff all the time. Zoe didn't really go in for slumber parties anymore, but Jillian knew girls were constantly changing in and out of clothes and going to the bathroom in front of each other, so going commando wasn't an option. Slipping into a set of sleek black silk panties, Jillian then wriggled into a pair of tattered gray cut-off jeanshorts. Zoe would probably think they were sluttier than they were gothic and, showing a lot of thigh, Jillian had to agree. Unfortunately, she had to work with what was to hand and she couldn't risk looking too different form how Zoe currently remembered her. The high cut string of the silk panties peeked up over the waistband of the shorts. Jillian noticed and frowned, a moment later she tried to hide it behind a slender plastic belt studded with shiny conical spikes. She had found it hanging with several other more conventional belts and not long after she came up with a suitable black bra, lacy and busy with alternating see through panels and scrollwork.
Watching herself in the mirror, Jillian dropped her breasts into the waiting cups and then reached behind her to snap herself in with disconcerting ease. She blushed, hoping her newfound expertise at putting them on would translate into easily taking them off other women once she was back to being Jon. Watching herself own motions in the mirror turned her on just a little. It was getting easier to pretend Jillian was someone else, that getting back to being Jon justified anything she might do while she was trapped in this form. Would Moose break into her old place and steal the rock if I slept with him, Jillian wondered.
A second later, Jillian shook her head. What am I thinking? This whole charade with Zoe is so I don't have to do something like that!
Relocating the shirt she had happened across earlier, Jillian skinned into the thin white tee. It was emblazoned with the name Sex Pistols and beneath it two guns crossed like swords on a pirate flag. Her breasts did strange things to the letters on the upper slopes and the guns on the undersides, but it was still readable. The black Converse sneakers completed the look. Jillian knew she looked more punk rock than Prince of Darkness. It couldn't be helped. Time was a factor. Zoe could pop up at any second.
Deciding her hair would have to wait, Jillian turned her attention to the room itself. Zoe was always leaving books laying everywhere and generally keeping things a mess, so she might better do the same. Besides a careful selection of stuff "just laying around" would complete the look. Shuffling through the comics, Jillian stashed the girly ones in her closet and tossed the rest on assorted flat surfaces, face up, the covers a limited sampling of the darker stuff in her small collection, Sinister House of Love with its skulls and screaming brides, Wonder Woman battling some tentacular horror from the stars, Red Sonja caught in a skeleton's embrace, another with her "at the mercy of the Witch-Goddess Hecate!"
Next went the books, leaving artful little piles of her "most recent" reads here and there, mostly poetry; Poe, Sylvia Plath, and something with a weird cover depicting a ghostly, inhuman hand hanging huge above a decrepit little town, The Poetry of H.P. Lovecraft. She also found a well thumbed copy of The Crucible and decided to throw that into the ring too. Wasn't it about a witch trial or something? The Scarlet Letter, more weird Tim Burton-y stuff, followed it a second later. Jillian made sure all the cheap romance crap was well hidden beneath the bed.
A few minutes later, Jillian sat on her bed, slightly winded and still a little aroused. She figited and decided to do up her hair. One of Zoe's other girlfriends - - Livia? - - had long dark hair like Jillian's and she wore it in big, wild pigtails depending from the top of her head. It would keep her hands busy, the anticipation having her keyed up to a point where she was actually rubbing herself a little, and her mind on her mission. She couldn't afford to screw this up. If Zoe had the stone and realized Jillian was trying to trick her the consequences could be disastrous. So why was she getting turned on? Casting her thoughts back to the stakeout-makeout session, she began to wonder if her new self wasn't a little excited by danger - - and what that might mean for her future.
All her urgency was for nothing. Zoe didn't show up until two hours later at precisely the stroke of midnight. Jillian didn't notice that little touch of Zoe's until later. She had gotten bored waiting and the immediacy of her arousal had faded before it occurred to her she could use that extra time to finally, fully explore this fine ass body she was stuck with. Instead she wound up watching an old horror movie, Urban Legends, which was kind of stupid. Still, having almost forgotten about Zoe, she wasn't expecting the doorbell and stiffled a little squeak when she heard it.
