"I wish Eric and Keith and everyone else were as normal as they could be," he said, hoping that was enough, "and that reality was stable again, staying as it is right now."
The stone flashed, and when it cleared, he still felt a hand on his genitals - first bad sign.
"What the fuck?" A very familiar voice said behind him. Second bad sign. The hand was jerked away.
Another voice echoed the same sentiment, then, "Jon! We had sex," Keith said, sounding sick to his stomach. "And we've still got this body. Reality's stabilized now, wish it away!"
"Yeah! Ugh, I can feel your cum," Eric said, and Jon turned around to see the joint body stick several quivering fingers in its pussy. "Change us back, Jon. We're best friends but no one should be this close. This is just fucking--"
"Twisted," Keith finished. "It's wrong." Tears began to form in his eyes, and in Eric's too, as if following the cue.
Jon nodded. "I said I'd fix it, and I will. I swear. I'm just thinking about how to do it. The stone is really testy," he said, and they both nodded at that. They knew. "I wish... Eric and Keith had their own male bodies back," he stated clearly, but the stone didn't even react. He repeated the wish - still nothing.
"Why isn't it working, Jon?" Keith asked, voice cracking. "We can't live like this!" Their body stomped one heeled foot, and both heads winced at the jiggling of their boobs.
"I don't know! Let me think. There's gotta be a way," he said, getting desperate himself.
