Jon immediately took his cell phone out of his pocket to call Karyn, once he got to his room. "Hello? Yeah, I made a bad wish. You know me too well." He grinned, nodding although Karyn couldn't see it. "It's actually pretty cool, but I messed up. I'll explain more if you come over." Nodding once again, he hung up, stretching out on his bed and feeling... odd. He wasn't used to not being able to completely fit in it.
Looking down, expecting to see breasts, he was disappointed. He jumped back off the bed, almost tripping as he landed flat on his feet. A moment later, the doorbell rang and he heard the door open and close again. Karyn lived very closeby, and ringing was only a formality by now. He supposed when she heard about his little adventure, the same would apply to him. There was now literally nothing anyone in her house had that he hadn't had. Jon just stood in his room listening as she ran up the steps and inside, immediately asking, "What did you wish for? You need to say 'bye', by the way. I can't see you nodding."
Jon ignored the barb, and in response, he switched their hands, holding Karyn's hands up for her to see. "What the hell?!" He grinned, said the magic word, and they were back to normal. "You wished to be able to switch things around?"
"Yeah. Body parts and clothes. And whole bodies. That's sorta what happened. I switched with a blonde model just to see what it'd be like, and..." He was interrupted by Karyn's snorting laughter, waiting for it to die down before continuing. "And I got caught by Mom. She took the magazine away and my pictures, even though I couldn't switch back with a picture. Just the magazine. The outfit I got when I switched was a French maid's uniform, so I had to clean up around the house. Eventually I got enough money to pay her off for the magazine. That was our deal."
By this time, Karyn was howling with laughter, and Jon just sighed, sitting down and waiting. He crossed his legs automatically, unconsciously, crossing his arms near his stomach. "Switch still taking some effect, Jon boy?" Karyn asked between giggles, and Jon immediately sat up straight, arms at his sides, making her laugh even harder. "You look so unreal like that. Come on, sit naturally. I'm sorry," She said, still grinning. "So, can you show me this model?"
"You think Mom let me keep the porno? She trashed it," Jon sighed.
"Well, what was her name? You have the internet. Unlimited possibilities await and all that garbage." Jon looked at her, puzzled; he didn't even have a computer. "Do I need to spell it out for you? You have a wishing stone. Give it to me and I'll wish up a computer."
He handed it to her from his pocket, and she cleared her throat, wishing, "I wish Jon had a high-quality computer for this time period, with a good internet connection, sitting on his desk already turned on and ready to be used." Jon gave her another odd look. "Well, for all I know it could turn your room into one of those big computers from the 50s or 60s."
Jon shrugged and walked over to his new computer, opening up a page and typing a name into Google, clicking "safe search" off. Immediately the screen was filled up with images of a beautiful woman. Her natural hair color was black, it seemed.
"Wow, you picked a real looker. Is that the picture?" Karyn pointed to a familiar image; her with dyed blonde hair, in a French maid uniform grinning at the camera while pretending to wipe down stairs. Jon nodded, a wistful smile crossing his face. Did his ability work on internet images? Before he finished the thought, the image suddenly changed to himself in the same position. Karyn looked him up and down, whistling. "Even better in person. You're hot, Jon." He grinned, blushing. She leaned down a bit and gave him a peck on the lips; Jon was thrilled, somehow, to find that she was taller than he was now, even with the heels.
He twirled in place, reveling in the feeling of his hair flying, the already indecently short skirt raising up to give a clear view of his black panties. The internet image was the original thing; the picture in the magazine was sans hose, as he hadn't had a new pair to put on. Jon rubbed his legs, jumped a bit to let his breasts bounce, all the while grinning blissfully. "Is that really you, Jon?" Karyn asked incredulously, and he just nodded, wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling her down to his level for a deep kiss. She resisted for just a second before returning it passionately, and Jon felt a small twinge of jealousy. She never kissed me like this...
A small voice in his head answered, Yes she has. She hasn't kissed Jon like this. The thought made him grin inside even as he cringed, and pulled away from the kiss for a different reason. He gently extracted the stone from Karyn's hand, softly saying, "I wish my swapping ability didn't bother my family."
Karyn grinned down at him. "Your voice is as cute as the rest of you." She kissed him on the cheek once more, and he smiled, not knowing how he'd lived as Jon.
