Jon was tanned and well-muscled, as if he'd been working out for years -- he may well have been bigger than Biff Meadows, the captain of the football team. And when he saw Karyn, he frowned, then looked aghast.
"What did you do to yourself?!" he demanded.
"Me?!" shot back Karyn. She waved a hand in his general direction. "You've turned into -- into --"
Jon interrupted, "What? You saw me wish to be a stud when you were over here Sunday night, right before you wished to be a blonde with big tits."
"Sunday? I didn't see you until school Monday morning. And you make it sound like I wanted to be a blonde with big ti-- breasts!"
Jon's eyes widened. "And if I didn't hear you wish, but I can tell something's changed..." He trailed off, then said, "Okay, obviously something's gone wrong. Let me have the rock so I can wish you back to normal."
He reached to take the rock from Karyn, but she moved it away from him. "Normal? What do you think isn't normal about me?"
"Your clothes," Jon replied. "Your shoes. Your jewelry and makeup, or lack thereof. I mean, if it were Halloween, this would be a great costume --"
"What?!" Karyn looked down at her outfit -- green sweater, slightly baggy blue jeans, white socks, brown loafers. The unaccustomed bulges pushing the sweater outward looked weird to her, but everything else seemed fine. Maybe not the most fashionable outfit ever, but --
"What exactly did you wish for?" demanded Jon. "When you left the room, you looked great. Straight out of Seventeen magazine."
"Straight out -- what?"
Jon looked a bit concerned. "Did you give yourself amnesia? Seventeen -- your favorite magazine." He knelt down and pulled the "secret" box out from under his bed, cradling it in one now-oversized arm as he dialed in the combination. He lifted the lid, took out a magazine, and handed it to Karyn.
