"Karen!" yelled Jon, as his bra was filled up with his newly formed breasts. The rest of his clothing was also filled out in all the appropriate areas.
"Wow, nice body. So this is what everyone thought you looked like."
"You can't keep me like this!"
"Keep your voice down, Jon. Hmm."
"What?"
"Jon isn't a very good girl's name."
"That's because I'm a boy."
"Not at the moment," said Karen. "I may have to change your name to something more feminine."
"Please don't. Just change me back to normal, please!"
Karen thought for a moment. "Nope. Don't worry, all of this won't last forever anyway."
"That doesn't make me feel better."
And Karen began to make the wish. "I wish that as long as Jon has the body of a pretty teenage girl, he and everyone else, except for me, will believe that his name is and has always been Jennifer."
There was flash.
"Jon?" asked Karen. "Jon, can you hear me?"
"Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, I am." It didn't seem to work, maybe she wasn't clear in the wording or something ...
"Well, my name isn't Jon. I'm a girl, why would I have a boy's name?" Jennifer asked.
Wait a minute, Karen thought to herself, Jon thinks he really is a girl. I didn't wish that!
