Sure enough, there was Biff Meadows, the captain of the football team, wearing a miniskirt and three-inch patent leather high heels.
"You could have wished that the skirts were only for girls," Karyn chided.
"Well, at least half the girls get to wear short shorts," Jon noted.
"Yeah, and for half the guys to wear these tiny little miniskirts, I guess that's only fair, even if their dicks are longer than their hemlines. I wouldn't say they look any better, though..."
"Who, the guys wearing miniskirts?"
"No, the guys in general. I think it's the hairy legs. They just don't go with high heels."
"Oh, all right," said Jon. "I..."
"Don't you dare!" Karyn insisted. "You're the one who screwed up the last wish. Here, let me touch that thing. No, no, I mean the rock. OK, now let me think Damn! I wish I didn't have to worry about this ridiculous little skirt not covering me. Hmm... OK, I wish that anyone affected by my roll of the die this morning would have no visible hair. Oh my gosh, Jon! Why are you bald? Where are your eyebrows? What happened to your eyelashes?"
"It's because of your wish, girl genius," chided Jon. "I suppose if I wore a hat for a week, I might grow some stubble. Tell me, though; have you felt any unusual breezes lately?"
