Jon and Sarah simultaneously reached into Sarah's locker and removed two hair dryers. The two of them walked, in sync, over to a nearby mirror, and Jon could only watch as the two of them began to blow-dry their hair in perfect unison.
Jon marveled at how his expression perfectly matched Sarah's, a smirk of girlish pride at having such a sexy body, which looked good even wrapped in a simple towel. Jon felt that pride too, somehow. The feeling scared him a bit. It seemed that whatever force was making Jon perfectly mimic Sarah was also causing some of her thoughts and emotions to enter his mind.
He was, however, not too worried. Jon caught a glance at the clock as he fluffed hair that wasn't there, noticing that there were only about seven minutes until this nightmare ended.
After a bit of brushing, Jon and Sarah sauntered back to their shared locker. If Jon could have recoiled, he would have as his hand reached into the locker and pulled out a pair of silky panties and began pulling them up his legs. Next came a lacy bra, which the two of them easily fastened. Jon and Sarah then donned pink blouses with ruffles on the front, which were tucked into black pencil skirts. As Jon zipped up the skirt, he had a vague recollection of buying this outfit on sale. He quickly forced the thought out of his mind.
Next came a pair of pumps with a four-inch heel, and before Jon could worry about falling on his face, he and Sarah both walked expertly back to the mirror, this time with a makeup bag. First came foundation, then blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow. It was quite a process, one that Jon hadn't appreciated until now.
As he and Sarah leaned into the mirror to work out a clump of mascara, Jon caught another glance at the clock. More than twenty minutes had passed. Shouldn't he be back to normal by now? He tried to break free, but only found himself zipping up the makeup bag and walking back to the locker. Something was wrong. What had Karyn gotten wrong with the wish? He ran over it in his mind as he and Sarah slung matching bags over their shoulders. Suddenly, it dawned on him. Karyn had said "for the next hour." But she didn't specify a starting point. So, no matter how long he was like this, there would always be another hour to go. He would be acting like Sarah forever, unless Karyn could figure out how to fix it.
The fear and dread in his mind belied the smile on his glossy lips as he walked, in step with Sarah, out of the locker room...
