"Jon, what are you doing in the locker room still?" said Mrs. Wilson, the girls' gym instructor, "Hurry up and get changed and get out there with the rest of the girls."
"Um..." Jon stammered, looking for a way out, "I... uh... I'm not feeling too well."
"Oh, I see. Is it your period?" she asked kindly.
Seeing this as a possible way out, he replied, "Yeah, I think it is."
"Well, in that case pop a Midol and get out there," she said, not quite as warmly as before.
But what could Jon do? He didn't have a locker in here, so he didn't have any gym clothes. Or did he? What exactly did Karyn wish for? Maybe her wish would help him out a bit. Without thinking, he walked to the nearest locker, twirled the lock a couple of times, and to his surprise it opened. He took out the gym outfit, and nervously put on the yellow spandex shorts, then the sports bra, and finally a white tank top, which somehow fit him perfectly. He figured he'd have to play along until he could find Karyn again.
