Jon stared at his friend who now held the stone in front of her, rolling it in her fingers. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Sure, he had been a jerk, but being forced to paint his nails, dress like a girl, and now have boobs? Was Karyn worth it?
As soon as the question entered his mind he knew the answer: of course she was. She was his best friend. He'd go along with whatever she wanted. That didn't mean, however, that he couldn't try to convince her otherwise.
"Karyn, seriously, you don't need to do this. I'm willing to make an effort and be a better friend, but boobs? Please don't do this!"
Karyn smiled. It was a hungry smile, one that told him she knew more than she was letting on. What could she be thinking?
"Of course, Jon. I'm willing to compromise too. I won't give you boobs," she tossed the stone in the air and caught it, "You will."
"What?"
"I wish that I could reverse any of Jon's wishes whenever I wanted."
The stone flashed, then she tossed it over to Jon. He caught it, fearing what was coming next.
"Okay, Jonnie, it's your turn. I promised I wouldn't give you boobs, but now you need to give them to yourself. If you REALLY want me to forgive you, you'll do it, too! I'll let you decide how big."
Jon stared at the stone in his hand, took a deep breath and wished...
