Jon walked down the hall, consciously aware of all the eyes of the ladies upon his godlike physique. He was more than aware of the effect he had on women, after all, before he had come to school he had wished that all women except for his mother and his sister would be turned on sexually by his mere presence.
He strolled into his history class and took a seat at the back of the room. He looked up and saw that Sarah MacMillan was enjoying the attention she was getting. As interested as he was in test driving this body in new ways, he had no interest in her.
Sadly, Sarah had other interests.
Sarah turned around and instantly saw Jon. Like everyone else, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that he wasn't supposed to look like that, but the other wishes effected her just the same. She instantly felt a tingling for him deep in her gut, and decided that she had to have him. She got out of her seat, playfully straightened out her skirt, and proceeded to walk over to him.
"Hi Jon," she said in a sing-song voice that would make a diabetic go into convulsions. "Why don't you sit next to me?"
"No thanks," Jon nonchalantly said. He quietly went back to a book he was pretending to read.
Undaunted, Sarah tried again. "Oh come on. I insist. I mean, I'm not so smart about history, and big and strong you is."
"Right on both counts," Jon said, trying to contain his laughter.
At this point, Sarah decided that this boy wasn't going to get the best of her. "Who the hell do you think you are Jon? I'm Sarah MacMillan, you're pond scum compared to me!"
"Just as rich as you," Jon mentioned, putting down the book.
"Yeah....but....you're mom was a slut when she earned it!" On that note, she turned her foot and stormed off, confident in her own little mind that she had won the argument.
Or at least she would have stormed off, if she wasn't suddenly frozen in place.
"That time wishing thing is handy. I wish I could stop time just by thinking it instead of having to say "I wish..."," Jon chuckled, as he put the rock back in his pocket.
"What are you blabbering about Jon?! Let me go this instant!"
"I don't think so," Jon said as he walked around Sarah. "You think you're so high and mighty....let's see how you do when you lose your good looks and your riches."
Sarah was just about to say something when she felt strange. She looked at her body and saw that it was getting larger. Fat began to bulge out of her stomach, and her shapely figure gave way to a portly one. The miniskirt and top she was wearing muddled around, turning into nondescrip jeans and a green sweater. All the jewlry on her hands, her wrist, and around her neck vanished, save for a single silver cross on a chain over her neck. Her long blonde hair turned red and shortened in length, losing it's pristine shine and glamor and becoming stringy in places. She felt her faces fatten up as well, and her vision blurred before thick glasses appeared on her face to correct it. She then felt braces form on her teeth, trying to fix a gap in her two front teeth. Her fancy pink boots vanished, turning into perfectly normal and older tennis shoes. Jon just looked at her as she looked at him with despair.
"I wish that you aren't Sarah MacMillan. No one knows a Sarah MacMillan, cause the MacMillan family moved here and never had a daughter named Sarah. Instead I wish that you were Sarah Trenton, a perfectly normal and no descrip young girl. I wish that you're Ford Mustang was gone, replaced with a hand-me-down Mazda with over 150,000 miles on it. I wish that you lived with your grandparents, Robert and Ethel Trenton, who live across the street from me. Everyone in this world always remembered you as Sarah Trenton, except for me, Karyn, and you. You will have memories of what you had as Sarah MacMillan and of your life as Sarah Trenton. Sarah Trenton is not a popular girl, nor is she a cheerleader, nor is she a social bunny. In fact, Sarah Trenton is intelligent, an honors student, but not socially accepted and is constantly picked on. How you choose to respond to this teasing is your perogative, but remember that you no longer have anyone to protect you."
On that note, Jon restarted time, leaving Sarah speechless. She was practically in tears as she headed for her seat for the start of class. Jon resumed his seat and picked up his book. He was throughly enjoying this power....and wondered what his next quarry would be.
