That night, Joan was talking to Karyn on the phone. She couldn't explain why, but being turned into a girl made her want to talk on the phone more. She held the phone between her head and shoulder as she changed into her pajamas.
"So how did things work out with Petra?" Karyn asked. Joan bit her lip. Karyn was, of course, unaware that any wishing had taken place after she'd left. As far as Karyn knew, Joan and Petra had always been girls. Karyn also happened to know that Joan had a little bit of a crush on Petra.
"She did something," Joan eventually stammered, "something that made me not like her so much anymore."
"That's too bad," Karyn said, painting her toenails on the other end. "You guys would've made a cute couple. Who would have guessed? Childhood friends, one moves away and by the time she comes back, you're both bi."
"Yeah," Joan snorted, "it's a real fairy tale. It didn't work out. She's a major bitch." Joan examined her wardrobe. It still looked, strangely, like it belonged to Jon. She rolled her eyes and, somewhat reluctantly, decided to change that, for the sake of convenience. She put down the phone and grabbed the wishing rock. "I wish my wardrobe was more feminine... but still tomboyish." She wiped an eyelash out of her eye and when she looked again, some of her boxers and briefs had turned into panties, but not all. There were also jeans and tank tops. Very few skirts. She picked the phone back up, "sorry about that," she muttered, "got sidetracked."
Meanwhile, downstairs, Petra approached Joan's doorstep. She was determined to fix this. She was too in love with Joan. She didn't want to hurt her. She knew it was all the stone's doing, but she couldn't resist. The thought of Joan's touch, her silky skin, her beautiful blue eyes and long, dark hair. She was her dream girl and if they had to break taboo together, then they would.
Hesitant, and still dressed in Pete's clothes (which was incredibly uncomfortable with her breasts swaying about,) she knocked at the door to her house.
