Jon got home and couldn't wait to get the bikini off. He felt really conscious that people had been staring at him all the way home, and wasn't sure if it was because they liked him in it or because it was out of the ordinary for a boy to be wearing a pink bikini. But Tracey didn't seem to notice anything was out of the ordinary, so perhaps everyone else did too.
Still, Jon had got what he wanted. Dinner with Tracey, who he had fancied for ages. Jon opened to wardrobe and got a shock.
Where before had been his shirts and jeans, were a row of sexy dresses. He opened his underwear drawer, and, instead of boxer shorts and socks, found knickers and tights. The swap command must have swapped the entire wardrobe. But what was that Tracey had said? "Wear something sexy" So Tracey must believe that his wardrobe was full of dresses. He needed help to find something to wear.
"I wish Karyn were here to advise me what to wear" Jon said absent-mindedly, forgetting he still had the stone. Suddenly, Karyn was there, next to him.
"What are you doing here?" said Jon.
"You can't be trusted to find something sexy for your date. I'm here to help!"
Jon slumped back on the bed, as Karyn went through the wardrobe. "Here" said Karyn, as she got out a black cocktail dress. "Try this on" she said, handing it to Jon.
"I can't wear that?" protested Jon.
"Why not? Tracey will love you in it"
Reluctantly, Jon went and put it on, whilst Karyn continued looking. Eventually Jon was ready. He was wearing the cocktail dress, with black tights and four inch heeled shoes.
"Very sexy," said Karyn, admiring Jon, who felt like an idiot wearing these clothes in front of Karyn. Secretly, he had dreamed of wearing this type of clothes, but didn't want everyone to know about his "problem".
There was a beep of a horn outside. "Your taxis here," said Karyn, looking out of the window. "Go get 'em, sexy!"
