When Jon had been gone, Karyn had made her wish. "I wish that, until I wish otherwise, Jon enjoyed wearing girl's clothing, especially skirts and dresses, the more feminine the better and would wear women's underwear as well."
"What?" said Jon. Jon was wearing a schoolgirl's uniform, consisting of a white, button down shirt and a knee length skirt. In addition, he was wearing knee length girl's socks and Mary Janes. Jon looked down at his clothing. "Do I have food on my blouse?"
"Your blouse is fine, Jon," said Karyn. "If you want to know what I changed, I'll give you a hint: why is a boy like you wearing a girl's blouse in the first place?"
"Because I like girl's clothing?" said Jon. "They're so much more comfortable than boy's clothing. And skirts are just practical Karyn. There's more freedom of movement and they're more flattering. I don't know why you hate skirts so much."
"So how do the other boys react to you?" prompted Karyn, in an attempt to bring the unusualness of his clothing to his attention. "I mean, don't any of the other guys wear girl's clothing?"
"The same as always," said Jon. "Just because they don't wear girl's clothing, doesn't mean they can't be open minded towards someone who does." He paused for a moment, then said, "Wait. Why are you pestering me about my clothing choices? You've never talked about them before? You did something about them, didn't you? Tell me what you did, or so help me God, I will kill you."
"All right, Jon," said Karyn. She felt sorry for Jon. He was her best friend, and, even though he had agreed to this, it had gone on far enough. "Here's what I did..."
